Patronus Piercing and Tattoos
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
12,259
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own xXx or anything affiliated with them. I know next to nothing about tattooing or piercing so any advise will be welcomed with open arms.
Patronus Piercing and Tattoos
Patronus Piercing and Tattoos
Category: Harry Potter – Post books, HBP AU onwards.
Subcatagory: xXx, pre-film.
Warning/s: Use of needles, drug abuse, reckless endangerment, graphic sexual scenes – homosexual (guy on guy, girl on girl) and het (girl and guy) – and bad language.
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Summary: Alexander Cage has always been interested in Tattoos, ever since he was 22 and went to get his first one on a dare, but that’s because he’s always been more interested in the cute Tattoo Artist who owns the place. Harry/Xander – yaoi.
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NOTE: Harry changed his name for a reason. Evan Black. That’s his name now. Also, this will be a series of oneshots in the life of Evan Black and Xander Cage leading up to xXx and onwards. 8D
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Xander Cage had always possessed a certain interest with tattoos, piercings too as he had both of his nipples done as well, but, while his love of tattoos was common knowledge, it wasn’t common knowledge that he held more of an interest in the little Spitfire of a Tattoo Artist and the owner of Patronus Piercing and Tattoos.
Evan Black was a diminutive spitfire four years his junior standing at 5’4” in height with a mop of thick unruly black hair possessing dark electric blue streaks framing lightly tanned delicate impish features and the greenest pair of almond shaped eyes Xander had ever had the privilege of seeing in his life. As far as he know, the Pixie didn’t have much in the way of tattoos – at least compared to the amount he’d commissioned the green eyed male to ink on him – a set of red, orange and gold Phoenix wings set upon his shoulder blades, a white and orange koi goldfish on the left side of his throat, a black paw print set over his heart and lastly a tiny hand print set on his right ass cheek. Which he only knew about because one of the guys in his crew had sex with the smaller male, a screamer if rumour was to be believed – a rumour he wouldn’t mind investigated. Repeatedly.
Swinging off his bike, Xander pulled his helmet off and smirked up at the white window sign declaring in pale yellow gold ‘Patronus Piercing and Tattoos’ with the silhouette of a gold and silver stag on the top right hand side.
“Yo, Ev’!” He called pushing open the door, voice drowning out the customary bell attached to the ceiling.
“Gimme a sec Lex!” He heard the Spitfire call from one of the tattoo rooms in the back.
Xander shook his head with a grin, Evan was the only one who called him Lex, said that ‘Xander’ just reminded him of that weed in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So the Spitfire received a special waver. If only because the older male found him attractive.
“So, back again are we?” the green eyes male asked, surfacing from the backrooms where the 26-year-old could hear ‘We Will Rock You’ by Queen playing on the stereo. Evan liked the classic old rock songs by YES, Aerosmith, Queen, Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath, Metallica and a whole lot more, his taste in music pretty much lent itself to anything and everything that wasn’t classical or Rapping.
He wore mostly red today as he leaned against the door smirking that goddamn cocky smart ass look of his, even the traditionally blue streaks in his hair were red this time. A dark blood-red shirt with the sleeves pushed back revealing the black wrist guards he wore with the top few buttons undone revealing the black fishnet hoodie he wore beneath, a black leather spiked collar around his throat matching the pair of low-riding black leather pants tucked into dark red and black boots, several chains around his waist preventing easy access to the delectable ass encased within sinfully tight leather.
“Back again.” Xander confirmed with a smirk looking him up and down appreciatively as the smaller male smirked cattily and leaned forward against the counter in front of him.
“I’m glad you came actually, I finished that design you asked for last night. A three strike tat on the back of the neck right? You said I could go wild and do what I like as long as you approved it first.” He added as if the older man would have forgotten as he ducked and began to rummage around under the counter where he kept his design folders.
As Xander had been a loyal customer since his 22-birthday when he’d staggered in with three of his mates roaring drunk and demanding a tattoo that ended up on his ankle because Evan had convinced him that getting it done on his ass while drunk was a bad idea, he got his own special folder full of designs from tattoos he’d had in the past and random doodles that Evan thought might interest him should he come in looking for something and not quite knowing what again. Evan had produced the majority of the tattoos adorning the older man’s body meaning that right now, Evan was the best kept secret in the underground community because the minute that everyone found out he was The Xander Cage’s Tat-artist the Patronus would be completely overrun not only with customers but with rapid fans hoping for a glimpse of the athlete. Not to mention the police as well.
“Bingo, let’s see it Green eyes. Before I let you have your wicked way with me again.” Xander teased, winking at the amused and exasperated set of eyes that popped into being from the counter’s edge.
“Sorry baby, but I only want you for your body.” Evan quipped before ducking back down and cursing a little as Xander laughed, the little witty banter the two engaged in were also one of the main reasons Xander came in to see the diminutive male. It was fun.
“Got it!” The male crowed happily waving the A3 folder around happily as he bounced back into site and zipped it open, “Right, I was thinking something to do with X’s since you tend to spell your name with it instead of the usual Z’s that I’ve seen floating around. These three were the ones that I was thinking about, more specifically this central one here.” He explained pointing to the three inked and marker coloured designs on the paper. Xander eyed the three designs appreciatively; Evan knew his stuff that was for certain.
“As you can see I originally had it just blocked in with black with the two red marks on either side but it just didn’t look very... well it just wouldn’t have suited you. So I decided to just keep it outlined in black with the metallic like shadows – sort of like in the tribal arts you see kicking around now a days – and have these two tucked in a little behind it, the vivid red making the monotone central mark stand out all the more.” He explained pointing a delicate seeming finger at the black and red design that Xander found himself admiring earlier.
It was the one he liked the best to be completely honest, he nodded approvingly and unzipped his leather jacket, “Let’s do it.” He announced boldly tossing both his jacket and his helmet onto one of the waiting sofas causing Evan to laugh and flip the light-switch and turn on the electronic CLOSED sign on the front door.
“Let’s.”
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First one finished! And yes, that was the signature tattoo from the xXx movie Harry designed for the back of his neck. And if you couldn’t tell that was Harry you cannot call yourself very intelligent can you?
Category: Harry Potter – Post books, HBP AU onwards.
Subcatagory: xXx, pre-film.
Warning/s: Use of needles, drug abuse, reckless endangerment, graphic sexual scenes – homosexual (guy on guy, girl on girl) and het (girl and guy) – and bad language.
-
Summary: Alexander Cage has always been interested in Tattoos, ever since he was 22 and went to get his first one on a dare, but that’s because he’s always been more interested in the cute Tattoo Artist who owns the place. Harry/Xander – yaoi.
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NOTE: Harry changed his name for a reason. Evan Black. That’s his name now. Also, this will be a series of oneshots in the life of Evan Black and Xander Cage leading up to xXx and onwards. 8D
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Xander Cage had always possessed a certain interest with tattoos, piercings too as he had both of his nipples done as well, but, while his love of tattoos was common knowledge, it wasn’t common knowledge that he held more of an interest in the little Spitfire of a Tattoo Artist and the owner of Patronus Piercing and Tattoos.
Evan Black was a diminutive spitfire four years his junior standing at 5’4” in height with a mop of thick unruly black hair possessing dark electric blue streaks framing lightly tanned delicate impish features and the greenest pair of almond shaped eyes Xander had ever had the privilege of seeing in his life. As far as he know, the Pixie didn’t have much in the way of tattoos – at least compared to the amount he’d commissioned the green eyed male to ink on him – a set of red, orange and gold Phoenix wings set upon his shoulder blades, a white and orange koi goldfish on the left side of his throat, a black paw print set over his heart and lastly a tiny hand print set on his right ass cheek. Which he only knew about because one of the guys in his crew had sex with the smaller male, a screamer if rumour was to be believed – a rumour he wouldn’t mind investigated. Repeatedly.
Swinging off his bike, Xander pulled his helmet off and smirked up at the white window sign declaring in pale yellow gold ‘Patronus Piercing and Tattoos’ with the silhouette of a gold and silver stag on the top right hand side.
“Yo, Ev’!” He called pushing open the door, voice drowning out the customary bell attached to the ceiling.
“Gimme a sec Lex!” He heard the Spitfire call from one of the tattoo rooms in the back.
Xander shook his head with a grin, Evan was the only one who called him Lex, said that ‘Xander’ just reminded him of that weed in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So the Spitfire received a special waver. If only because the older male found him attractive.
“So, back again are we?” the green eyes male asked, surfacing from the backrooms where the 26-year-old could hear ‘We Will Rock You’ by Queen playing on the stereo. Evan liked the classic old rock songs by YES, Aerosmith, Queen, Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath, Metallica and a whole lot more, his taste in music pretty much lent itself to anything and everything that wasn’t classical or Rapping.
He wore mostly red today as he leaned against the door smirking that goddamn cocky smart ass look of his, even the traditionally blue streaks in his hair were red this time. A dark blood-red shirt with the sleeves pushed back revealing the black wrist guards he wore with the top few buttons undone revealing the black fishnet hoodie he wore beneath, a black leather spiked collar around his throat matching the pair of low-riding black leather pants tucked into dark red and black boots, several chains around his waist preventing easy access to the delectable ass encased within sinfully tight leather.
“Back again.” Xander confirmed with a smirk looking him up and down appreciatively as the smaller male smirked cattily and leaned forward against the counter in front of him.
“I’m glad you came actually, I finished that design you asked for last night. A three strike tat on the back of the neck right? You said I could go wild and do what I like as long as you approved it first.” He added as if the older man would have forgotten as he ducked and began to rummage around under the counter where he kept his design folders.
As Xander had been a loyal customer since his 22-birthday when he’d staggered in with three of his mates roaring drunk and demanding a tattoo that ended up on his ankle because Evan had convinced him that getting it done on his ass while drunk was a bad idea, he got his own special folder full of designs from tattoos he’d had in the past and random doodles that Evan thought might interest him should he come in looking for something and not quite knowing what again. Evan had produced the majority of the tattoos adorning the older man’s body meaning that right now, Evan was the best kept secret in the underground community because the minute that everyone found out he was The Xander Cage’s Tat-artist the Patronus would be completely overrun not only with customers but with rapid fans hoping for a glimpse of the athlete. Not to mention the police as well.
“Bingo, let’s see it Green eyes. Before I let you have your wicked way with me again.” Xander teased, winking at the amused and exasperated set of eyes that popped into being from the counter’s edge.
“Sorry baby, but I only want you for your body.” Evan quipped before ducking back down and cursing a little as Xander laughed, the little witty banter the two engaged in were also one of the main reasons Xander came in to see the diminutive male. It was fun.
“Got it!” The male crowed happily waving the A3 folder around happily as he bounced back into site and zipped it open, “Right, I was thinking something to do with X’s since you tend to spell your name with it instead of the usual Z’s that I’ve seen floating around. These three were the ones that I was thinking about, more specifically this central one here.” He explained pointing to the three inked and marker coloured designs on the paper. Xander eyed the three designs appreciatively; Evan knew his stuff that was for certain.
“As you can see I originally had it just blocked in with black with the two red marks on either side but it just didn’t look very... well it just wouldn’t have suited you. So I decided to just keep it outlined in black with the metallic like shadows – sort of like in the tribal arts you see kicking around now a days – and have these two tucked in a little behind it, the vivid red making the monotone central mark stand out all the more.” He explained pointing a delicate seeming finger at the black and red design that Xander found himself admiring earlier.
It was the one he liked the best to be completely honest, he nodded approvingly and unzipped his leather jacket, “Let’s do it.” He announced boldly tossing both his jacket and his helmet onto one of the waiting sofas causing Evan to laugh and flip the light-switch and turn on the electronic CLOSED sign on the front door.
“Let’s.”
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First one finished! And yes, that was the signature tattoo from the xXx movie Harry designed for the back of his neck. And if you couldn’t tell that was Harry you cannot call yourself very intelligent can you?