#ffg!rem

experimental injection VS. sleep deprivation VS. "take me instead"

“--he even breathing? What if he’s-”

“He’s breathing, Rem, just relax. Panicking won’t-”

“Wait, look! He’s waking up!”

Rob groaned slightly, wincing at how sore his throat felt. He opened his eyes into a squint, wincing at the bright light streaming in through the window. His cheek was pressed against something solid, and it took him a moment to realize it was his office desk.

Two gentle hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him to sit upright against the back of his chair. Even through his narrow eyes, Rob could make out Spencer’s bright red streaks of hair. “Spence?” he croaked, voice hoarse with disuse.

“Hi there, philatos,” Spencer said softly, raising a hand to block the sun from Rob’s eyes. As the brightness faded, he could make out the rest of his office. Rem was standing just behind him, eyes wide with worry.

“Hi,” he said back, blinking to clear his bleary eyes. “W-What happened?” Spencer grimaced, reaching up to push Rob’s damp hair away from his sweaty forehead. “I was hoping you could tell me. Rem came in this morning and found you slumped over your desk.”

Rob rubbed his eye, his pounding headache slowly making itself more and more known. “Guess I fell asleep here last night,” he murmured, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, Rem. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s alright,” Rem said quickly, still looking concerned.

“Rem, would you excuse us for a moment?” Spencer said suddenly, his eyes not leaving Rob’s. 

Rem hesitated. “Oh, uh, yeah. Of course.” She turned and left the room, glancing back at the two heroes once more before shutting the door behind her.

There was a moment of silence. “So,” Spencer said slowly. Nobody else would be able to hear the anger underneath the calm, but Rob knew Spencer too well not to notice it. “Do you ever intend to sleep in your own bed with your husband, or is that beyond the Head Hero?”

Rob sighed, putting his elbows on his desk and rubbing his face. “Spence, come on, it was an accident-”

“Oh, spare me the bullshit, Rob,” Spencer said, his voice growing subconsciously louder. “You and I both know you could have come home hours before you fell asleep.”

“I was exhausted, philatos. I haven't slept well in days-”

Spencer’s hand landed on the desk with a loud bang that echoed around the room for a moment. Startled by the noise himself, Spencer took a deep breath, then turned away from Rob. “What is it?” he asked quietly. “Why won’t you come home? What’s--what did I do, Rob?”

“What?” Rob stood up, crossing to the other side of the desk to stand beside Spencer. “Honey, no, it’s not you. Not in the slightest.”

“Then what is it?” Spencer turned to face Rob, and the latter’s heart sank when he saw tears in his eyes. “You don’t come home, you barely talk to me when we’re at work, you’re leaving and I just--you promised,” he finished weakly.

“I promise,” Rob said, staring out at the street from the front steps of the group home. He reached to the side, taking Spencer’s hand. “Long as I’m alive, you’ve got me. I’m not gonna leave you.”

Rob sighed, slumping forward so his forehead was resting against Spencer’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I love you, you know that?”

“Don’t do that.” Spencer stepped back, a tear breaking and running down his cheek. “You always do that, Rob. You tell me you love me and ignore what I’m actually saying. Don’t brush this off again. Don’t brush me off again.”

“Philatos,” Rob said tiredly. “I’m fine. Just a bit overworked.”

Spencer went quiet, his face slack. A single tear track ran down one cheek, stark against his dull, tired skin. “Fine,” he mumbled. “I’m going on patrol, then.”

“What? Hold on, Spencer, wait-”

“No, just-” Spencer backed a step away, a hand held out warningly. “Not right now. I don’t want to do something I’ll regret.” He turned, opening the office door. He looked like he was going to say something else, but decided against it and stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him.

a little newspaper clipping i wrote about sage killing a hero (there’s so much lore behind just this piece but it’s so simple i love it)

some vague doodles of things that rob keeps in a box under his bed that remind him of spencer

welcome to Rob's Corner! asks are always encouraged, and I love to interact with people :)

stuff i write:

wing whump, superhero whump, parent figure caretaker + whumpee, child figure caretaker + whumpee (depends on the series), pretty much anything i damn well please.

ask games:

rob's corner whump asks (status: active)

AUs

Millhaven (main universe, whumpees and caretakers switch around a lot. they're all sad.)

Day 17: Abandoned

Day 27: Wiping away tears

Fall From Grace (superhero au: winged parental villain whumpee, ex-hero caretaker, hero whumper)

Character picrews + Character Sheets

Song lyrics (ask)

💜 anon Ask 1

Day 1: Going into shock

Day 2: Helping an escape

Day 3: Gentle wound care

Day 4: Walking them home

Day 5: Lies

Day 6: Failed escape

Day 7: Hair pulling

Day 8: Losing grounding in reality

Day 9: Offering a hand

Day 10: Watching TV together

Day 11: "I know exactly what you need"

Day 12: "There's nothing to apologize for"

Day 13: "Do you have any idea what I've done for you?"

Day 14: Stumbling

Day 15: Dislocation

Day 16: Knees buckling

Day 18: "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry"

Day 19: "Please don't touch me"

Day 20: Gaslit into doubting reality

Day 22: Toxic

Day 23: Brutal breakdown

Day 24: Defiance

Day 25: "I would say I'm sorry, but I'd be lying"

Day 26: Painful wound care

Day 28: Anger borne of worry

Day 29: Presumed dead

Day 30: "Missed me?"

Fall From Grace masterlist continued here

Scientia et Labor (winged lab whumpee, scientist caretaker)

Day 21: Heavy shackles

Day 43: Impaled

May I Come In? (human whumpee, winged vampire caretaker)

Day 47: Tied to a pole in the sun

Out of Their Element (very young (about 13) servant whumpee, parental winged royal caretaker)

Day 46: Whipping

Day 95: Muffled screams

Day 101: Bedside vigil

Day 107: Waking up disoriented

Day 108: "Please, sit down"

Day 109: Strangled

Day 112: Denial

Day 113: Hypothermia

Day 114: First time being treated for wounds

Day 116: "You're making a mess"

Day 117: Reverting back

Day 120: "I didn't know you felt that way"

Day 121: Blood-covered hands

Beretta (henchmen whumpee(s), boss caretaker (+fellow henchmen caretaker)

Day 45: Taking bullets in their place

Taglists

365 day writing challenge taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @whumpdreamz

Anyway, I don't have any, but at a point, Sage and Spencer should be locked into a room while Rob is away. Or Rem should get a taste of the corruption. ~💜

@whumperofworlds uh oh. 💜 anon is onto us.

sage and spencer literally never cross paths in the main story so i have been dying to get them together SOMEHOW.

Media/universe: Fall From Grace (OCs)

“Rem, you have to stay still-” Rob grabbed for one of the apprentice’s wrists, and she twisted away with a cry. Blood seeped down her head and into her hair, dyeing the auburn a dark red. 

“Stop-” she gasped, kicking out against Rob and Spencer’s gentle hands. “Don’t, it hurts-”

Spencer glanced up at Rob, helpless, before Rem sent a kick directly at his gut. He doubled over with a groan, stomach rolling uncomfortably.

“We can’t calm her down,” Rob said loudly over Rem’s yells. “Hold her down.”

“What? Rob, that’s-”

“I know,” the hero insisted. “Trust me.”

Spencer straightened up with a grimace, grabbing for Rem’s left arm and leg as gently as he could manage. Rob pinned her right arm, struggling against the apprentice’s panic.

“Stop, stop-”

Rob reached up with his free hand to the side of her head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, guilt tightening his chest at her terrified expression. “Just a moment.”

The hero’s hands began to glow, the wound in Rem’s head stitching together underneath his touch. Rem began to still under the ministrations, tears streaked down her face. Spencer’s hands dropped as she stopped resisting entirely. Rob let her go as well, keeping one hand on her head in a sort of a soothing gesture.

“You’re alright,” he assured, combing gently through her knotted and blood soaked hair with his fingers. “It’s over now, I promise.”

Rem’s chest heaved and she sobbed, Spencer wincing at the broken and distraught sound. “I-I can’t-”

“It’s okay,” Rob murmured, meeting Spencer’s eyes over the apprentice’s shaking form. “You’re done. You did well.”

“We’ve got you,” Spencer agreed, rubbing her arm gently. “You’re alright.”

Media/universe: Fall From Grace (OCs)

“Holy shit, Sage. I’m here, you’re alright.” Rob dropped to his knees at the villain’s side. He pulled his sweater over his head and pressed it to the gaping wounds on Sage’s back, trying to stop some of the bleeding. They whined, blindly grasping for Rob’s arm and pulling him close.

“You’re a monster,” Rob gasped at Rem, pressing the fabric down harder. The villain winced and Rob put an apologetic hand on their shoulder. “What the fuck is the matter with you-?”

“Rob, they’re a villain,” Rem said in a bored voice. “It’s my job. I would be lying if I said I was sorry.”

“You didn’t listen to me,” Rob said, still trying to assess Sage’s wounds while speaking. “They weren’t in their right mind, I tried to tell you.”

“No villain is ever in their right mind,” Rem said. “They’re insane. That’s why they do what they do.”

“You don’t understand,” he insisted. “I can’t explain it now, I have to-” He glanced back down at Sage, who was shaking hard and slowly slipping out of consciousness. “Can you stand, Sage? Just for a minute, I’ll bring you back to the shop. I can fix this.”

“Rob, I can’t let you leave,” Rem said with a laugh. “They’re a villain, they’re going to jail. You might be going with them if the Agency knows you’re assisting a villain and resisting their arrest.”

“I won’t let you,” Rob said, holding Sage tighter. “They’ll die, Rem.”

“That would certainly make my job easier.”

Media/universe: Fall From Grace (OCs)

“Step back,” Rem warned, pressing the palm of her hand into the side of Sage’s head. “One move and they’re incinerated, Rob. Don’t you fucking move.”

Rob stopped in his tracks, knowing all too well what Rem’s fire ability could do to human flesh. “Phoenix-”

“Cut the code name bullshit, Rob.” Sage drew a sharp breath as Rem tightened her hold around their neck, taking another step away from the healer. “You’re letting me walk, along with the villain. Or you’re both dead.”

“Rem, wait a minute,” Rob said urgently. “This doesn’t have to go down like this. You can let them go, bring back their mask or something. You can get all the glory for the defeat, just don’t kill them.”

Rem paused, still holding Sage as a shield between her and Rob. “Why do you care?” she asked, gripping the back of the villain’s neck tighter. “Why do you want them alive?”

Rob’s breath hitched as he glanced between Rem’s dark look and Sage’s desperate one. “Just- let them go,” he whispered. “Please, Rem.”

The hero frowned at Rob, scrutinizing his expression, and sighed. “I can’t fucking win with you,” she muttered, sending Sage forward with a hard shove. The villain stumbled, falling to their knees, and Rob rushed forward to help them up.

“I’ve got you,” he said quietly, slinging their arm over his shoulder. “You’re alright.”

“Thank you,” Sage whispered, hiding their face against Rob’s arm. “You- I couldn’t-”

“I know,” Rob soothed, glancing at Rem warily. “Let’s go, pops. I’ll fix you up.”

“We’re not done,” Rem said sharply, and Rob could feel Sage flinch. “We still need to-”

“You and Sage are done,” the healer all but spat. “I’m taking them home. You and I can talk later.”

A discontented look passed over Rem’s face, but she reluctantly nodded and stepped away. Rob breathed a sigh of relief.

“Alright,” he said softly to the shaking villain in his arms. “Let’s go home.”

not sure if i like this one that much but whatever

“He’s gone.” Sage can hear Phoenix’s voice, clear as day, echoing through their head. “He left you here, with me. Do you understand? He’s not coming back, Doctor. Rob is gone.”

The panic that grips their chest is all-consuming, running ice-cold in their veins and making their shaking hands go numb. “He left me,” they whisper, fingers digging painfully into their forearms. “He’s gone.”

“Who’s gone, Sage?” A gentle voice spoke from just beside them, and an equally kind figure bowed to their level. 

The villain choked on a sharp intake of air, meeting the person’s green eyes. “Rob,” they whispered, a tear trailing down their cheek. Sage’s heartrate was still too fast, blood pounding behind their sore eyes as a headache began to form. Their breaths were too short, too fast. “H-He’s not coming, oh God-”

Warm arms wrapped around Sage’s shoulders, and their head came to rest on the person’s shoulder naturally. “It’s alright,” he murmured, brushing through their matted hair with a careful hand. “Nobody has left you, Sage. I promise everything is just fine.”

“Rob,”

“I’m right here, pops.” They pull away from the hug, just slightly, so that Sage can meet Rob’s bright green eyes. His springy ginger hair falls in front of his face loosely, and the sight of the familiar bright orange is like a punch to Sage’s gut.

“You’re here,” they said quietly, almost awed.

Rob laughed, warm and bubbly. “I am. Breathe for me, okay? You’ll turn blue.”

Sage realizes that they’re not taking in air properly and do their best to take a long, even breath. They can feel their heartrate slowing, shaking subsiding as oxygen fills their chest all the way and steadies them.

“Wha’ happened?” they asked blearily, rubbing a watering eye and looking up at Rob again. They feel a bit pathetic, curled up in the arms of someone they consider a son, but the warm glint in Rob’s eyes and the gentle upturn of his mouth make them feel safer than they’ve ever felt.

“I came in to the bedroom and you were sitting on the floor,” Rob said, pulling Sage back into a protective hug. Their head tucked beneath his perfectly, just the right height. “Seemed pretty out of it for a bit there.”

“Sorry,” Sage grumbled, their cheeks flushed a little with embarrassment.

“What for?” Rob pulled the villain out at arm’s length, smiling. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, pops. I promise.”