#tattoo parlor AU

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Congratulations on your milestone!!! If you're still taking microdrabble requests... How can I, as a tattooed girl, turn down Mr. Daniels in a tattoo parlor AU? x

Here we are, my first ever AU (if you don't count Palomino!). This was incredibly fun to write, thank you Lucy for sending in this request. Now, I didn't have the word count to talk about what Jack has tattooed on his arms, but if you'd like to know, you know what to do 😉

Jack Daniels x tattoo parlour AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 360ish words | warnings: mature themes but not explicit, Jack is a menace any universe he's in, mentions of alcohol consumption

You stomp your foot, the two glasses of wine you had with dinner making you more petulant than usual, jutting your bottom lip out in a pout. 'What do you mean no?'

The proprietor who introduced himself as Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels gives you a stern look from under the brim of his black cowboy hat. 'Exactly what that means, sugar. No.'

'This is a tattoo parlour. Aren't you supposed to give the customer what they want?'

With a sigh, he leans on his palms on the counter, and you can't help but run your eyes over this man. He's wearing a white wifebeater under a thin leather jacket, sleeves pushed up to the crease of his elbows. His forearms flex, sending a ripple through his full sleeves tattoos with the movement.

'But you don't know what you want,' he points out.

'So what? Just tattoo whatever on me - I don't care!'

He scoffs. 'Oh, I ain't fallin' for that again. Nearly cost me my shop last time.'

'C'mon. I just want a small tattoo,' you whine. 'I'm on my Eat, Pray, Love journey.'

'In Kentucky?'

You try a different tact, softening your eyes and drawing your brows into a pleading angle. 'I just want to do something stupid. For once.'

At that, he arches an eyebrow, and his whole demeanour changes. A lazy arrogance settles into his handsome face, and his lips pull into a grinning smirk as he traps you with something bordering on lecherous in his gaze.

It really shouldn't work on you - but it does.

'Well, well, well, you don't say, sugar,' he drawls. 'If you wanted to do somethin' stupid - why don't you just do me?'

Three quarters of an hour later, sweaty and half-undressed on a cushioned tattoo table, you grin at the man slumped on top of you through dilated pupils, your body sluggish with a bone-deep satisfaction that you haven't felt for a long, long time.

'I know what tattoo I want to get now,' you declare, still breathing heavily when you reach up to push a damp curl from his forehead.

'Is that so?' he hums, pressing a kiss to your temple, but otherwise showing no intention to move off you. 'And what might that be?'

'Your face. On my neck.'

Jack laughs, the sound deep and velvety against your warm cheek as his eyes crinkle. 'Now that's definitely somethin' stupid.'

[moonytoasted]

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[kavvueh]

what the wild flowers tell me

by @kavvueh

Summary:

"Oh," Venti gasps. "Oh," Xiao mumbles, and then hacks up a whole flower - stem and all, for good measure.

Or: A Hanahaki AU in which Venti, a florist, has got it bad - and Xiao, a tattoo artist, has it worse.

You can read it here!

A brief snippet of the fic is below the cut. Enjoy!

Statistically, 1 in 8 people will develop Hanahaki disease over the course of their lives. Most will naturally cough out their flowers before they manage to take root in the lungs. The prognosis becomes more serious by that point if flowers persist, but it is usually resolved in a matter of a month or two. Consistent or constant contact with elemental energy increases the risk of developing the disease, but does not affect the odds of roots. You're just as likely to get a nick from a wayward bloom than to have flowers dig in roots in your lungs.

And despite his near-daily contact with Dendro and Anemo, Venti understands that running his flower shop isn't what started it all. Not for him. He knows this because it isn't the first time he's coughed up flowers. It takes infatuation, the first step to what might become love, along with Dendro energy, and just a bit of unluckiness, to catch Hanahaki - a mix of butterflies and warmth and blood for those flowers to first bloom.

It is a bit ironic, though, he thinks, once his coughing fit is over and he's scooping the petals into his hands to toss into the trash bin, the fact that they are once more a white-colored flower. After all these years, he still loves pure, with a canvas of flesh and sinew built to collect all the spit and gore that comes with breathing and bleeding and feeling, all the makings of being human.

But isn't it also a little silly (and ironic and poetic, too) that the one he's bleeding for now etched into Venti's skin the memory of his first?

[darthbloodorange]

Tattoo artist Steve and his favorite customer, Thor the Mechanic.

For the: ✦ @thundershieldbingo 2024 Mini Bingo - Tattoo Parlor [Card #2 "Alternate Universe"]

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Beautiful Ink Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Thor Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor Warnings: None Major Tags: Tattoo Parlor AU, Modern AU, No Powers AU, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Developing Relationship, Motorcycles, Mechanic Thor, Tattoo Artist Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers ~ Summery: Tattoo artist Steve and his favorite customer, Thor the Mechanic.

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of Satosugu 2023 Day 11 - Direct

Satoru stares up at the tattoo shop in front of him, dread pooling in his gut. He never thought of stepping foot into one of these, never even wasted a moment to think about getting a tattoo and now that he has to he feels vaguely sick.

He wonders if it’s too late to turn back, or if he simply can make a run for it still, but he knows that it’s futile. Shoko will know and then she’ll be merciless for at least another year, and rightfully so.

Satoru lost that bet and the stakes were exactly this: getting a tattoo at a tattoo parlour of his choice.

“Fuck me,” Satoru sighs out, before he straightens up and steps into the shop. It’s kind of homey and not at all what Satoru expected; there are warm colours everywhere, it’s decently warm in the shop and soft music is coming from a speaker somewhere.

It would be a nice place to stay if it didn’t mean that Satoru would have to get some ink into his body.

“Hello there,” a voice calls out to him, and Satoru’s eyes snap to the person behind the counter.

It feels a bit as if the entire air is being sucked out of him, because the guy is hot in a way that makes Satoru believe his image might have been taken directly out of his head.

“Hi,” Satoru breathes out and the guy gives him a kind smile.

“First time?” he asks and there is real sympathy in his voice as if it isn’t strange at all to see a grown-ass man nervous like this.

“Yeah, that easy to tell, huh?” Satoru asks, scratching the back of his head.

“You get an eye for it over the years,” the guy explains with a shrug. “I’m Geto Suguru, what can I help you with today?” he then asks and Satoru warily steps closer to the counter as if a tattoo could jump at him any moment.

“I’m here to get a tattoo,” Satoru says, trying to put some conviction in his voice but he knows he failed when Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.

“Are you now? Could have fooled me,” he laughs out and Satoru is mesmerized by him.

“Rude,” he still gets out somehow and feels strangely accomplished when it makes Suguru laugh again.

Satoru thinks that might be a sound he could get addicted to.

“Are you certain you want to get a tattoo? We also offer piercings, if that’s more to your liking,” Suguru offers after a moment and Satoru wishes he could get a piercing instead, but the bet was specifically about getting a tattoo.

“I am,” Satoru lies straight through his teeth and Suguru levels him with a look.

“Sure,” he replies, clearly not believing a word Satoru said but he does lean on the counter, looking expectantly at Satoru. “What kind of motive were you thinking, then?” he wants to know and it brings Satoru up short.

He didn’t think about a motive. He didn’t even think of a place where he could stomach getting a tattoo yet and it must show on his face because Suguru snorts.

“I see you came perfectly prepared.” He walks around the counter and shows Satoru a little seating area. “We have portfolios of our artists here. Why don’t you browse through them and see if anything catches your eye. If that happens, we can talk it over. Alternatively, we can brainstorm and I can draw something for you.”

“You’re a tattoo artist?” Satoru blurts out and briefly looks Suguru over.

There are no visible tattoos on him, and it’s kind of throwing Satoru off if he’s being honest.

“I am. Not everything has to be visible,” Suguru tells him with a wink and Satoru has to fight the urge to ask him to undress.

“Huh,” he instead somehow gets out and allows Suguru to push him down on the couch, dropping a folder into his hand.

“Go through these. I’m right here so if you have questions, feel free to ask, alright?”

“Thanks,” Satoru mutters, staring at the folder in his hands as if it’s going to bite him and then he turns because he’d rather watch Suguru walk away.

It’s a sight to behold, that’s for sure and it’s only when he vanishes deeper into the shop that Satoru turns his attention back to the folder.

He flips through it, before he takes the next one and then the next and while there are some nice and even beautiful artworks in there, nothing speaks to him.

Satoru thinks he is perfectly able to appreciate all of them on someone else’s body but he simply cannot imagine any of them on his own.

“So, how is it going?” Suguru asks eventually, having returned from whatever it is he was doing in the back and Satoru leans back with a sigh. “I see,” Suguru chuckles out and sits down next to Satoru. “A more personal approach might be it, then.”

Satoru isn’t sure where he got the sheets of paper and the pencil from but they are in Suguru’s lap now and he’s looking expectantly at Satoru.

“What kind of motive would you like?”

None, Satoru wants to say but he can already hear Shoko laughing at him, and he’s not going to give her that satisfaction.

“A butterfly?” Satoru blurts out, because it’s the first thing on his mind after seeing approximately twenty in the folders and Suguru freezes momentarily before he presses his lips together as if he’s trying to suppress a smile.

“Sure,” he easily agrees and then Satoru has the agonising pleasure of Suguru swiftly sketching him something.

Satoru is never going to admit it but he’s completely mesmerized by Suguru’s hand, by the swift and sure moves it makes and he certainly doesn’t do a double take when he spots a hint of dark ink at the base of Suguru’s hand.

“Like this?” Suguru asks after not even five minutes and shows Satoru a beautiful, delicate butterfly.

“It’s gorgeous,” Satoru says, because it is but still. It’s not something he wants on his body.

“But you’re not convinced,” Suguru easily reads off his face and Satoru shrugs.

“I’m just—not decided yet.”

“How about this then,” Suguru says and hides the butterfly away again.

Satoru hopes that it will eventually see the light of day again, even if it’s on someone else’s body, because it’s simply too pretty to hide away.

“You think about it some more and when you have a more concrete idea, you come back. I’m here most days, so we can figure out what you truly want. How does that sound?”

It sounds a bit as if Suguru is asking him out for a date, Satoru thinks before he vehemently pushes that thought away. Suguru is at work and he’s just being professional. It’s completely inappropriate for Satoru to think something like that.

“Sounds good,” he weakly says and certainly doesn’t mourn when Suguru gets up and walks away from him again.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you again, then,” Suguru tells him with a small smile and it occurs to him that Satoru never even told him his name.

“Satoru. Gojo Satoru,” he introduces himself belatedly, and Suguru’s smile grows bigger.

“Until the next time then, Satoru.”

~*~*~

Satoru is back in the tattoo shop three days later. He still doesn’t want a tattoo and he barely has an idea what he possibly could accept on his skin, but he wants to see Suguru again. He wants to hear him talk again and he wants to see him work again.

“Satoru, you’re back,” Suguru greets him when he steps into the shop and it makes Satoru freeze in surprise.

“Suguru, hi,” he finally gives back, his mind whirring because Suguru remembered his name.

“Are your thoughts any clearer now? Do you have an idea you want to discuss?”

“Yeah, actually,” Satoru lies straight through his teeth and waves a sheet of paper at Suguru.

He did come somewhat prepared after all.

“Oh,” Suguru says, clearly surprised himself and he comes around to take the paper out of Satoru’s hand.

“I’d like something like this, maybe. But—I’d like you to draw it,” Satoru says, because he can’t get Suguru’s butterfly out of his head.

It was just a sketch, done in no time at all, but something about it was so beautiful, so fragile—Satoru simply wants to see Suguru draw something again.

“I see,” Suguru says, folding the paper back up again before he hands it back to Satoru. “Take a seat, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Satoru does and true to his word Suguru is there before Satoru can do something stupid, like miss him.

“Didn’t take you for a flower guy,” Suguru idly mutters as his pencil flies over the paper and Satoru doesn’t actually know what to say to that so he simply shrugs.

Suguru gives him a smile in return, which feels like more than Satoru deserves, because he has no intention of getting that flower tattooed. At this point, he’s simply hogging Suguru’s attention and keeping him from his work.

“Listen, I can see that you’re still kind of uncertain about this,” Suguru says, still drawing and not meeting Satoru’s eyes. “I have a long-time client come in soon, I think he’d be fine if you’d want to watch him get a new tattoo? If that would help?”

“I—” Satoru cuts himself off. He has no intention of getting a tattoo, ever; it would just be a waste of time for him to stay and it will probably only be a disappointment for Suguru. “Sure,” he finds himself saying anyway and his stomach lurches a little when Suguru gives him a smile at that.

“I’ll ask Sukuna when he comes in, which should be right about—”

The door opens and a heavily tattooed guy comes in. He looks scary as hell, if Satoru is being honest, but then he gives Suguru a big grin and suddenly he’s not so scary at all anymore.

“Geto!” he calls out and Suguru waves at him.

“Sukuna, hey,” he gives back, getting up. “Listen, this is Satoru. He’s still a little nervous about his first tattoo, and I thought it might be a good idea if he could watch today? Maybe that’ll settle his nerves.”

“Sure thing,” Sukuna gives back with a thumbs up. “First times are scary.”

He says it without judgment just like Suguru is acting as if there’s nothing wrong with Satoru being hesitant, and nervous and undecisive. Satoru would have never thought these people to be so welcoming if he’s being honest and he is a little bit appalled at his own prejudice.

“Thanks, man,” he replies and then he’s being swept away by Suguru and Sukuna.

He stays the entire appointment, if only to have Suguru explain everything in that soothing voice he has, but when he stumbles out of the shop three hours later, Satoru knows one thing for certain.

He’s never going to get a tattoo.

~*~*~

Satoru is back not even two days later and Suguru laughs right in his face.

“Very rude,” Satoru huffs out, already turning on his heel to walk back out again, but Suguru quickly comes around the corner and catches the sleeve of Satoru’s sweater.

“No, Satoru, stay, it’s just—you looked like hell last time you walked out of here, I didn’t expect to see you again.”

It hadn’t been the most pleasant experience, watching Sukuna get that tattoo but Satoru is ashamed to hear that Suguru noticed.

“Yeah, well—” Satoru says and then doesn’t actually know how to finish the sentence.

“What are you here for?” Suguru wants to know, a sparkle in his eyes and Satoru shrugs, looking to the side.

“I thought maybe we could brainstorm some more,” he weakly says, knowing that no matter what gorgeous design Suguru comes up for him, it will never see the light of day, and Suguru seems to know the same, because he shakes his head.

“Listen, Satoru. It’s painfully obvious that you’re not a tattoo guy. You don’t want one. I can only guess as to why you stepped foot in here for the first time, but it certainly wasn’t to get a tattoo.”

Satoru deflates, even though there’s no judgement in Suguru’s voice.

“It’s a dare. I have to get a tattoo,” Satoru admits and Suguru shakes his head.

“Never let something like a dare decide this. That’s just stupid.”

“Don’t I know it,” Satoru sighs out and Suguru belatedly lets go of him. “Shoko will laugh at me for the rest of my life, though.”

“And your poor ego couldn’t take it,” Suguru says in sympathy and then laughs when Satoru pouts at him. “Okay, hear me out, and I might be overstepping here,” Suguru then says and Satoru is all ears immediately. “You’re not a tattoo guy and yet you keep coming back which makes me wonder, not gonna lie,” Suguru tells him.

Satoru prays to all the gods he knows that he doesn’t flush as brightly as he feels right now, but when Suguru smirks at him he knows it’s a lost cause.

“Why don’t you take the direct approach to whatever it is you want?”

“Because this is your workplace and it would be kind of inappropriate to ask you out here?” Satoru blurts out and then fights the urge so slap a hand over his mouth.

“I own this shop. If I find it inappropriate I’ll ban you, easy as that. So why don’t you try it out?”

There’s not much Satoru has to try out, not with the way Suguru looks at him, he’s certain of that and so Satoru takes a deep breath.

“Hi, I’m Satoru. Would you like to go for a coffee with me?” he asks, almost feeling not at all stupid and something warm blooms in his chest when Suguru smiles brightly at him.

“Hi, I’m Suguru, and it would be my pleasure. I leave in an hour.”

Satoru matches his smile and thinks that if everything could be as easy as this, then he might even get a tattoo one day.

Not today, though, because today he has a date with the cutest tattoo artist he knows.

(Satoru does eventually get a tattoo. Suguru asks him to trust him and so Satoru does; he walks out with a little infinity symbol on his hipbone, the initials S and G tattooed in the loops. Suguru never tells him if those are supposed to stand for Satoru’s name or Suguru’s own and Satoru thinks, in the end, it doesn’t matter. It will always be them, together, anyway.)

[sensei-venus]

Tattoo artist! Tory, why because I could and I did.😈

@gemini-sensei made me do it.😩

[psychic-refugee]

For @im-nothinginbetween

AU Theme: Tattoo Parlor Xavier 🖤Moodboard

Xavier had gotten his first tattoo the very night he turned 18. He was in Vegas, his father working on his show like he always was. It was his first taste of true freedom of adulthood.

He, like many before him, decided to get a rather incredibly dumb tattoo to celebrate.

He didn’t tell anyone he got an Itchy tattoo and there were many Millennials who mocked him and wondered why he would get something from a cartoon show that hadn’t been good since the 90’s when they happened to see him shirtless.

Like anyone who got tattoos, he was thinking of the next one he wanted before he was out the door of the tattoo parlor from his first one.

His next tattoo was a bit more well thought out. No one had any idea what it was or what it meant, but it was something important to him and to that day he never told anyone what the tattoo on his shoulder was.

He was finally old enough to realize how dumb his first tattoo was and decided to get a cover up.

He was in New York, and everyone recommended this up-and-coming artist, Wednesday. She had no photos of herself, but posts of her work on Insta were amazing. She specialized in cover ups and gave free consultations and discounts to anyone who was covering up a self-harm scar, mastectomy scars from breast cancer, or celebrating a milestone such as sobriety or recovery from a mental health issue.

She charged double for cover ups of idiotic tattoos gotten as a teenager.

He was intrigued and loved her work, so he was willing to pay the premium.

Nevermore Tattoo Shop had a Victorian Goth aesthetic, and it was clean with comfortable chairs. He was greeted by a dark-haired man his age at the front desk, he had full sleeves of snakes and a medusa medallion on his clavicle.

“Hey man,” he greeted and the receptionist introduced himself as Ajax. “I’m here to see Wednesday? I have a 3pm appointment.”

“She’s just finishing up with a client,” and he pointed to a woman with her hair up in a braided crown in the back.

He couldn’t see her face, but she wore a tube top that showed off twin ravens on her shoulders, and surprisingly no other tattoos. Every other artist he ever met had them covering most of their bodies.

She was working on a blonde woman with pink and blue streaks in her hair, Xavier would have thought she’d be the type to get Hello Kitty or something related to KPop and not something at Nevermore.

Then he remembered what Wednesday specialized in, so he kept his thoughts to himself.

When Wednesday was finally ready to see him, he felt like an idiot 18-year-old again as she was the most beautiful woman he ever met. He noticed she had two other tattoos on her wrists, tiny things he couldn’t fully make out, but he thought maybe one was a cat and the other a scorpion.

“So, what are we getting done today?” she asked as he sat down on the parlor chair.

“Trying to cover a rather idiotic teenage decision.”

“Well, idiotic teenage decisions keep the lights on, so no worries.”

He instantly felt relaxed and once they finalized the piece, he thought she was worth every penny.

Once she was done, the Itchy tattoo was a distant memory and it was replaced with something much more meaningful.

Although they had talked for several hours as she worked and he explained the meaning behind the castle, he blushed when she asked him to dinner.

“I’d love to hear more,” which was just a convenient excuse to ask the client with the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. She smiled more at his shy acceptance.

From then on, he never let anyone else work on him again.

The most recent tattoo Wednesday gave him was of their daughter, a portrait of Belladonna Thorpe right next to his heart.

[the-incident-on-show-day]

okay okay but picture this:

frances and aled from radio silence running a tattoo parlor/hair salon together

and maybe one day the ark comes in wanting matching tattoos

(no clue what it would be though. a knife?? a wing?? something biblical??) 

or maybe they’re just there for emotional support while lister gets his first ink... which in my mind is the little knife right over his heart. or the rat. it could very much also be the rat.

[sunkenstar]

Sapphic Wolfstar Tattoo Parlour AU

there’s no name for this quite yet but I’ve been enjoying working on it so here’s a quick snippet <3

“Can I ask you something?” Sirius asks, cautious, not wanting to offend Remus.

She hums, stretching out Sirius’ skin. That familiar scratching feeling reappearing on Sirius’ forearm as she gets back to the shading.

“How come you don’t have any tattoos? I mean like not to intrude or anything… but don’t most artists have at least a few?”

“I have one, hated getting it.” She says dryly reaching for a paper towel to wipe over the ink. “Much prefer creating beautiful things to go onto beautiful people” Looking up at Sirius with a small smile, eyes locked for probably much longer then deemed professional.

[raointean]

Tag the one that squicks you out the most too!

[teal-bandit]

Tattoo Shop AU (2023 edition)

[absent-enigma]

I did a test chapter and decided that I’d enjoy writing UF Papyrus a little more in a tattoo parlor au vs UF Sans, since I feel that UF Sans would be insufferable/insincere initially and annoy UF Papyrus when he’s trying to encourage UF Sans to ask MC out.

With UF Papyrus, I thought of a scene where he’d see his brother holding up large signs outside the tattoo parlor ‘encouraging’ his bro to ask MC out, while UF Papyrus is working on the MC’s tattoo. MC would ask UF Papyrus if everything’s okay, while Papyrus sets down his tool to sign furiously at UF Sans. There’d be puns on the signs with UF Sans eventually holding up a sign about Papyrus being so cool, he’d be able to wear any date outfit, so long as he wore the red, buckle-ridden thigh high heeled boots b/c UF Sans caught the MC staring with a blush at UF Papyrus those days. UF Sans also prob has a ‘mc has the hots for u bro’ sign that UF Sans doodled little hearts and fire on.

Toward the end of this, UF Sans would sign to his bro that if he didn’t ask MC, maybe he would. UF Sans drops signs and shows he’s wearing the thigh high boots, though they look ridiculous on him and go up beneath his shorts and under the hem of UF Sans’ red turtleneck, since the top of Sans’ skull reaches Papyrus close to shoulders in height. Comical sight as UF Sans poses with the boots with scrunched up sockets, gleeful with the knowledge he’s annoyed his younger bro. End of test ch, Papyrus is wearing that bugged out socket look and excusing himself to MC in order to go deal with the shit-eating grin on his brother’s face, who’s surprisingly agile in the stolen heeled boots (probably some puns while evading UF Papyrus and some angry exasperated ‘nyeh’s).

[haystarlight]

Idea for a human au

Florist Rose Quartz, Tattoo artist Greg Universe, bookstore owner Pearl love triangle!!!

Idk if I'm gonna write it or not but I'm dropping it here. If someone else wants to write it, feel free!!!

@palezma

[daddyissuesadrenalinejunkie]

S.Corps Tattoo Parlor Chapter 29: "December 6th" is up!

It's a short chap, basically just smut.😋

[wolfstarshipping]

Marauder Ink (91.312 words) by @jennandblitz

Rating: Explicit

tattoo parlor AU

Summary:

Sirius Black and James Potter are successful and famous tattoo artists. Their manager Lily insists they hire a piercer to cover their busy schedules, and Sirius does not approve of that idea even slightly.

Comment:

I don't think I could have wished for anything better than Sirius covered in tattoos and Remus covered in piercings and scarification! And the scene where Remus gives Sirius a piercing just made me melt. This is another popular fic anyways but I had to include it because it's so good! It's also part of the Marauder Ink series, so there's even a sequel (that I haven't read yet).

[clonethemidwife]

ok. so. au number 3 (tattoo shop au) is now complete! i do have some bonus content that’s not written but to which i am not opposed to writing should you all want that.

but let’s talk about the behemoth mother of all fics: the church au.

i love this au and it would go on indefinitely if i let it, however there are other things i would also like to write, so… i have to figure out how to wrap this up. my question is: would you all prefer a fuller picture of life with fr and mrs turner with some time jumps or a shorter term happy ending that leaves the future open to interpretations? I can write either (but i won’t write both). please let me know. you can also feel free to send me a message 😃