Hello there! Happy to start a new chapter cause I'm bored and still in recovery so, once again, forgive me if it sucks.
Alright, here we go!
Finn watched as Gaten and Caleb threw insults and playful threats back and forth at each other as they competed in their game. It was amusing, considering that Gaten's threats and his name calling hardly ever made since or they were just funny.
"You little pavian!" Gaten shouted.
"What does that even mean?" Finn asked, smiling despite his lack of knowledge on the word.
"It means baboon." Caleb answered before Gaten could. "For some reason, he just likes to say it in another language."
His sentence was followed by a shout of victory as he managed to shoot Gaten's avatar in the back of the head, resulting in his win.
"You spunk bubble!" Gaten cried as he tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for his avatar to regenerate.
Finn couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. Gaten had certainly come up with a lot more names in the year they're been separated.
"You laugh now, but it gets old." Caleb said, although he, too, was smiling.
Before anyone said anything else, Finn hissed in pain.
"Hey." The mood around them immediately became serious.
Caleb and Gaten set down their controllers and walked over to Finn, who was holding his wrist in his hand.
"What's going on?" Gaten asked, trying to look at Finn's wrist.
Caleb took Finn's wrist and looked at it.
"Dude! Your tattoo!" Caleb exclaimed as he watched the ink on Finn's wrist start to blur and fade.
Gaten saw it, too, and his mouth fell open.
"What's happening to it?" He questioned as the ink morphed across Finn's skin.
"I don't know." Finn said between gritted teeth. "But it burns."
"I'll be right back." Gaten said as he stood up from the couch and ventured into the kitchen.
The skin around Finn's smeared tattoo looked like it was bruising.
"Woah." Caleb said as he watched the ink dance across Finn's wrist, like it was trying to separate.
Gaten returned a moment later with a wet rag, hoping to calm the burn.
He walked over to Finn, about to drape it onto Finn's wrist, but he stopped him.
"What if it messes it up?" He asked, holding his wrist close to his chest.
Gaten nodded and sat down next to Finn.
A few minutes later, the burning stopped and Finn looked back down at the ink.
His gasp drew his friends' attention. They turned to see Finn looking down at the ink with wide eyes and an open mouth.
They instantly peeked over his shoulder, and Finn didn't bother trying to hide it.
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Timing Fate-Fillie
FanfictionThree months. That's what was scribbled in black ink across his skin. It had been seventy-two years, but it had changed, twisting and burning his skin to form the new words. He had three months to find his soulmate before time runs out. And the que...
