i think wambus most definitely overworks himself, believing that he alone is responsible for keeping the whole town fed by tending to the garden, so may i suggest: the reader helping wambus realize he’s allowed to rest, and take a day off to relax and take care of himself?
A/N: Heya everyone! Sorry I haven’t posted in anything in the past few days ^^’. I promise I’m doing my best to work on requests! I’m typing this as I’m heading to a photoshoot, so I’m being a bit brief. Still, I hope you enjoy the fic, and thanks for sticking around!!
Wambus x Reader (Take a Break)
Wambus plowed the dirt in front of him, his breath ragged from the work. He stood a second, despite his better judgment, to lean on his hoe, wiping sweat from his brow. The farmer had been at it for hours now. His crops had let up a pretty fortunate amount, but he couldn’t rest yet.
There was a more drastic need for a garden with Lizbert’s disappearance from the island. Their main food source had disappeared, and while he did think Filbo’s new friend was busy getting everyone back, he needed to to supply them with something to eat should the worst happen. He sighed, heaved his hoe, and made another plow in the ground.
“Lot of plowing you’re doing.”
He paused, looking up at you, leaning on the garden fence. He gave a slight smile.
“Maybe a bit. Not like we don’t need it.”
You hummed in response, and Wambus continued to work. This was routine between you two, just him working away while keeping a conversation with you.
“You know you can take a break, right?”
Wambus paused. “Pardon?”
“For the past few days, from way earlier than you normally wake, to nearly dawn, you’ve been plowing away at this garden, ripe with crops. I can’t help but wonder if you know you’re allowed to take a break.”
Wambus laughed. “Sorry, but, uh…this garden feeds the whole town-”
“You feed three people. Gramble, Shelda and that journalist running around.”
Wambus flinched. You sighed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You apologize, massaging your head. “I just…You need a break Wambus.”
He spat on the ground. “Dunno what’re on about. ‘M fine.”
“Your hands are literally shaking.”
The farmer blinked at your deadpan and checked his hands. Sure enough, they weren't…in the best shape, shaking badly. He shook his head though. “That’s nuthin.”
“Wambus, your breath is ragged, you look exhausted and you probably haven dranken anything-”
“I had some water this morin’!”
“- in the past few hours.”
Wambus grimaced. You had him there. He leaned his hoe against the fence and sighed, walking towards you.
“Listen, partner. I’m fine. I know you think I should be ‘takin’ breaks’ or whatever, but the fact of the matter is that ever since Liz has been gone, there hasn't been a reliable way to catch Bugsnax! I gotta keep the town fed.”
“For Grump’s sake, look around you!” You wave your hands at the expansive garden. “You don’t think that’s enough, just for a night?!”
“Another earthquake could happen.”
“Snorpy’s been keeping track of seismic activity, we’re fine.”
“I ain’t trustin’ the ramblings of a nutjob!” He bit back. You took a deep breath.
“Wambus Troubleham. You have. Five seconds. To surrender willingly, or pay the consequences.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Five, four, three-” Wambus rolled his eyes as you started to count, turning back to head to farmining again. “-two, one!”
He felt himself get tugged down, yelping as you dragged him by his collar.
“H-hey! What the heck are ya doin’?!” He cried out. Suprisingly, he felt too weak to properly struggle against you.
“Putting you to rest, you stubborn mule!” You retorted, entering his and Triffany’s hut and dragging him onto his bed. Wambus landed face first, and was suddenly overcome with incredible weariness. He groaned.
“Ugh…my back…my arms…”
“Feel that? That’s what happens when you neglect yoyurself for too long. You can’t help anybody in this state, now can you?” You scolded him.
“....No.”
“That’s right.” You huff. “Now, get some rest, wise guy. Your farm ain’t going nowhere.”
Wambus heard you walk off and out of the hut. And despite his mind screaming at him, for once, Wambus didn’t want to get up. You were right. He had been ignoring himself a tad too long, hadn’t he? Maybe…Maybe he’d just take a few minutes to himself. Just a few…..
He closed his eyes, unaware of his body already heading towards a nice long and well needed slumber.
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rambling about hi3 thoughts from last night and processing ✌🏼
love that honkai impact just gives me brainrot so bad it's got me rotating a billion characters not just one in my mind since i started
i still have to finish ch 12 (i was gunning it last night and i barely remember what the hell happened aside from me sobbing my eyes out so i have to restart it) and ik ch 12 technically exists in a bubble universe, but seele said something about this bubble universe feels so strange from the others so who knows what that means
but ch 12 suuuuure made me cry hard about sakura... i already really loved and adored sakura as a character a lot. her story back in yae village made me Ache because all she wanted to do was to take care and protect her sister and she couldn't do that and she grew to hate humanity for it, and yet she still tried to fight for it, but all she really wanted to do was to run away (with kallen COUGHS) from the village that had dealt her so much grief
SO WHEN SHE SHOWED UP IN CH 12 TRYING TO FIND HER SISTER ONLY TO REALIZE HER SISTER'S DEAD AND THEN ATTEMPTED TO FIND THE REMNANTS OF HER SISTER AS THE HERRSCHER ONLY TO DIE BY HER "SISTER'S" HANDS I WAS IN SOOOOO MUCH PAIN.... idk what's the deal between this sakura and the one from sakura samsara.... idk if it's even the same sakura, but i love the implications that regardless of which sakura it is, she will always have such a strong love and desire to protect her sister.... i love strong sibling bonds it makes me happy but nOT LIKE THIS OW....
what it did make me think of though was how sakura kinda reminds me a bit of lightning in ff13. i swear it's not just the pink hair.... but it's just older sister things and doing all you can to save your younger sister, even if it also means losing yourself in the process.
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