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Ain't No Rest for The Wicked [Fern]

Pairing: Fern x Dangerous!reader

Gender neutral

Warnings: canon typical violence

Wordcount: 3788

Synopsis: An old enemy of Finn's mistakes Fern for the human boy, kicking him to the dirt and stealing his motorcycle. Fern now persistently tries to settle the score, even if they're stronger than he is.
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Considering everything that just happened today, Fern feels really good about himself. Not because he stole Starchy's bike or punched his creator in the face but because he feels like a heavy weight was shrugged off his shoulders, he felt free. As in, free from the expectations of replicating Finn's image. It's nice and refreshing just like his little drive through tall acres between dirt paths, with his lush hair flowing in the wind leaving behind a trail of flowers.

He would've savored it a little longer if he knew he would get kicked in the face.

The grass boy tumbles into the dirt as his bike strode on its own for a few meters before crashing into some bushes, Fern lays there dazed for a second before getting back on his feet. Hearing a mocking laugh coming from his attacker. They are a mysterious person, dressed in a wrapped, light type of clothing for desert expeditions, or even the patches of hard leather for dungeon crawling. "Finally caught you Finn the hero boy-" whoever this is, the malevolent cackle and the kick to the face is all Fern needs to know this person has beef with Finn.

Fern mumbles to himself at the acclamation, raising his face off the ground. "I'm not Finn you dumb-butt! you got the wrong guy."

You replace your maniacal laugh in favor of a stern silence, getting a better look at the young man, he looks similar but still has enough differences like the voice, the hat, the sharp edges on his feet and not to mention he’s covered in plant life. Your face hardens at your mistake, Fern's glare isn't friendly either.

Sensing an inevitable fight, Fern brandishes his grass blade in a rapid sprint, cutting the distance between the two of you in an upfront attack. He’s aiming straight to your tendons but before Fern could even dream of grazing his blade on your skin there's an audible metallic clank as your mechanical foot knocks the sword away. To say he's surprised is taking it lightly, Fern is downright stunned for a millisecond as the kick vibrated through his sword and down his arm. The counter attack knocked him back and left him open for a grapple to the face, making it difficult for him to pull away from your iron grip.
You lean closer, turning his cheek left and right as you evaluated him like a piece of rare meat.

"Huh, you look close enough but you're still a tad different from the hero boy..." you scowl realizing your mistake. Though, you lighten up upon another observation. "...Kind of cute even." your press your lips together in a pout, almost like you're considering something.

Fern unconsciously blushed at the compliment, leaving him unprepared by the fist rocketing towards his face. The grass boy spits out the dirt from his mouth as he lands on the ground again, trying to understand what just happened. But the sound of a roaring engine snaps him out of his trance.

"Hope you don't mind if I take your bike out for a spin? After all, you owe me one after wasting my time." your smug grin is the last thing Fern sees before you cake him in dirt.

"What? But you're the one who kicked me in the face- hey! HEY!" Fern tries to shout at the top of his lungs but all that got him was more dust in his mouth.

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If Fern were a regular person he would've just shrugged off the incident and continue on with his life. But Fern is Fern, he's bitter, angry and hungry for pay back! Chasing after his attacker isn't easy, following a trail of tire tracks is unreliable due to mundane obstacles like tracks being covered by the wind or running into dead ends, but even then when the tracks stopped he managed to follow a path that lead him to a shady tavern near the desert of doom. Now, it would be really easy for Fern to just hijack the motorcycle and drive off with it but this is Fern we're talking about. It isn't just about the bike.