switched roles today. as a treat.

“Come on, Sage,” Rob said pleadingly, half-carrying Sage across the street. “Nearly there now, yeah?”

“Kid, I’m fine, alright?” Sage insisted, trying to straighten up. “I can walk on my own.”

“I k-know,” he said shakily. “Just- shit,”

Sage glanced over at Rob, startled. His too-pale skin was covered by a sheen of sweat, eyelids fluttering open and closed every few steps. He swayed on the spot a little, like it was taking all his willpower to stay upright. “Jesus, what’s going on? Are you alright?”

 “I-I think,” Rob said slowly, “I think something’s wrong.”

And then he went down.

“Rob?” Sage caught him right as he began to fall, but he was a lot bigger than them and it was all they could do to lower him to the sidewalk more carefully. “Where’s it hurt, kiddo? What happened?”

Rob groaned, gesturing vaguely at his torso. “Burns,” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut to stave off his dizziness. “Fuck, I don’t know- It was fine-”

Sage rushed to lift the hem of Rob’s shirt, frowning when they saw a mass of bandages. “What is this?”

“S-Sorry. You-” The healer cried out, grasping at Sage’s wrist. “You w-weren’t supposed to know.”

“Know what? Kiddo, what-”

Rob reached down with a trembling hand, slowly peeling back the edge of the gauze. He choked back a whine as the bandage stuck and tore at his skin, but Sage could already see the angry red skin underneath, tinted with yellowed infection.

Sage was completely speechless, only coming back to themselves when Rob let out another sob of pain. “Shit,” they breathed, pressing the gauze back over the wound. “Kiddo, we’re going to get home in no time, alright?”

Barely able to keep his eyes open, much less speak, Rob nodded.

uhh i dont know if this is good or not i cant decide

“Sage,” Rob murmured, kneeling down beside the end of the bed. “You have to get some sleep, pops. Please.”

Sage mumbled something incoherent, wide eyes still trained to the floor. Their whole body was shaking, and their face was pale with sleep deprivation and illness. “Can’t,” they managed to whisper. “Please.”

The healer sighed, scooping up both of Sage’s trembling hands in his own. “Can you drink some water for me?” he tried gently, just barely meeting their sunken eyes. After a moment, the villain managed to give a slight nod. 

Rob stood, making sure Sage was stable before crossing to the attached bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him. He turned to the sink, eyeing the pills on the edge of the basin. Guilt rolled in his stomach at the thought of what he had to do, and he reached for a glass with a grimace.

A few minutes later Rob was sitting back down on the bed next to Sage, cup in hand. “Here,” he said, clearing his throat to fight the rising nausea. “This will help, pops. I promise.”

Sage nodded, barely managing to hold the smooth glass steady for long enough to take a sip. Rob watched them, murmuring his approval and taking the water back when they had drank all they could manage. “Good,” he assured them. “That’s good, Sage. Just give it a few minutes to settle.”

The two sat there in silence for a bit, Sage slowly beginning to lean on Rob’s shoulder more and more. He wrapped an arm around them carefully, making sure to avoid the bandages winding around their back and chest.

“You- what did you do?”

Rob startled at the sound of Sage’s hoarse voice; it was the most they’d spoken in nearly a week. “What?”

“Rob, I’m-” Sage turned to meet his eyes, and the heartbroken look on their face made him physically wince. “You did something.”

“Pops-”

“Don’t do that, you-”

“Sage, you have to sleep,” Rob insisted. “I can’t watch you kill yourself like this, okay? You’ll feel so much better after you rest, I promise you.”

“I can’t,” Sage whispered, eyes blurred and drooping even in their terror. “I’m scared, Rob, please.”

Another hot bolt of shame and guilt ran through Rob, his stomach rolling. “It’s okay, pops, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The pills were fully taking effect now, the villain fully leaning on Rob for support. Sage whispered brokenly again, curling in on themselves as their consciousness began to slip. 

“I’m so sorry,” Rob said quietly, tucking their head against his chest. “I’m sorry, Sage. I had to.”

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

(written for @whumperofworlds)

i know the text blocks look like a lot, but i promise the information goes fast!

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)

don't get on my ass about medical accuracy, i tried my best

Pain exploded in Sage’s side as the metal bat came down, something in their chest cracking at the impact. They curled in on themselves and screamed, white hot agony blinding them. Through the blood pounding in their ears, Sage could just make out the bat clattering to the floor as a voice and footsteps moving toward them.

“-alright? Sage, what happened?”

The villain tried to respond to Rob, groaning as pain flared in their chest. They cried out as his hands brushed their side. “Hurts,” they gasped. “Broken. Something broke.”

Rob sunk to his knees, staring helplessly at their crumpled form. “I saw them hit you, I was too-” He exhaled shakily, steadying himself. “What was it? What hit you?”

They brought a shaking hand up to point. Rob’s breath caught at the sight of the gleaming bat.

Sage’s chest heaved, lungs and throat burning as a cough wracked their body. Tears streamed down their face as the fit shook their bruised and broken ribs, and with a resounding hack blood splattered the asphalt next to their face.

“Shit-” Rob cradled the villain’s face desperately, checking their pulse. “Your lungs could be punctured. I have to get you back, now.”

They gave a weak cough, their watering eyes stinging. “Feels wrong,” they whispered.

“I know, pops,” Rob soothed. “This is going to hurt, I’m sorry.”

He cradled Sage close to his chest, lifting them easily into the air; Too easily, Rob thought with a flare of panic. Sage’s eyes widened and they whimpered at the horrible pressure on their ribs.

“Stop-” they gasped, blinking away tears. “Stop, please- hurts too much, I can’t-”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Rob murmured again, walking as quickly as he could without jostling them more. “I have to. I promise it’ll be over soon.”

“Kid- please-” Another harsh cough. More blood. “Too much-”

Sage took a shuddering breath and their eyes rolled back, head dropping and rolling limply on their shoulders. With a panicked pulse check, Rob determined they had fainted from the pain.

“Just a little longer,” he said, more to himself than them. “I promise.”