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This is a rough look at my upcoming Oblivion fic which follows Ruma Camoran as the last Dragonborn to survive the Oblivion Crisis. Baurus repeatedly attempts to change her morals to align with the imperial throne, but she does not budge. Baurus gives up and pursues the Knights of the Nine, much to Ruma’s chagrin, but when she tries to intercept she finds herself in Pelinal Whitestrake’s shadow and is cursed with his own madness.

if it DID work meaning the phone wasn’t shot through like a target, it would’ve served the same purpose—robin ‘accidentally’ calls finney while ‘being jumped’, instead of the phone breaking the phone just would’ve been on the whole time n robin had reasoned that finn could just utilize the location on the phone n track him down n ‘help’.

finney still would’ve deduced robin wasn’t actually jumped bc he’s not stupid and he KNOWS robin and he’s not STUPID—like, robin didn’t know finney is a fan (is, because arellano the mob boss? hell yeah finney’s his #1 fan) so finney would’ve been able to tell based on coming to the scene of the crime ‘ohhh this was staged. wow.’ like yeah he knew automatically once arriving bc he’s knows robin’s fighting habits and schedule and other odd shit but like. even if robin’s plan to get finney there had worked, finney still would’ve clocked it.

but robin’s plan wasn’t something devious and evil, he simply wanted finney to show up so he could explain himself better and the best way to ensure finney showed up was to pretend to be in trouble (which worked!). but let’s say the second half of that plan was in motion and finney DIDN’T rub two braincells together:

robin: “look—i know things ended badly the other night—”

finney: “you mean when i found out you lied to me and you’re a mob boss?”

robin: “yeah, that. look, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

finney: “that’s a really shitty apology. like, incredibly shitty.”

robin: “okay”

finney: “literally fuck you. just, from the bottom of my heart? fuck you. you lied to me for weeks. you—you could’ve told me.”

robin: “i would’ve compromised a lot of stuff. to be honest i didn’t want to tell you for a while, especially not like that.”

finn: “YOU didn’t even tell me. so, thanks for that. and—you shouldn’t have tried to get involved with me anyway! if you knew, which you did, that i’m not involved in gang life and i was already hesitant about being friends with you knowing you were a gang member, why continue it?”

robin: “i like you. a lot.”

finney: “is that supposed to mean something to me?”

robin: “yeah.”

finney: “hm.”

robin: “i am, really, really, sorry. i’ll make it up to you. i swear. anything.”

finney: “and if i said i didn’t want to be around you?”

robin: “anything but that.”

finney: “excuse me?”

robin: “you know too much.”

finney: “are you threatening me?”

robin: “no, i’m telling you that you know too much. but, even if you didn’t, i wouldn’t let you go anyway.”

finney: “freak.”

robin: “kinda. sorry.”

finney: “don’t apologize for shit you don’t actually mean. it defeats the purpose of an apology.”

robin: “sorry that i hurt you, then.”

(at this point in time, unbeknownst to robin, finney would’ve really hammered home the whole ‘you lied to me’ thing to score sympathy points, access to pretty much everything, and a free pass from robin with the whole ‘anything to make it up to you’ part.)

finney: “you knew that i was—that i was,” *pause for emotionally manipulative tears, good job, finney* “under witness protection. you risked me and everything i was hiding from just to—what? get in my pants? you risked my safety for a quick fuck. is that all you thought of me? i thought we were friends.”

robin: “we are!”

finney: “i can’t see you going through all this trouble for a friend, but i clearly don’t know you at all seeing as you’ve been lying to me from the start.” cue well placed watery voice from unshed tears and a sniff and a aversion of eye contact because finney blake mastered the art of looking completely overwhelmed and docile at age 10, thank you very much. “and—since i ‘know too much’ i assume you did all this to shut me up huh? liar.”

robin: “i’m not lying, i promise.”

finney: “where have i heard that before?”

robin: “i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

finney: “well, congrats, a well-meaning but ultimately empty apology! that’s great! thank you, robin, for that incredibly useless sentence. it makes me feel better.”

robin: “i… i know it was wrong. i didn’t want to risk your safety—or do it to get in your pants. i really like you, finn, and outside of the liking, i am your friend. i—i’ll help you. hide, that is. i won’t let anyone touch you, i promise.”

finney: “liar.”

robin: “i’m not. i’ll make some calls—just please don’t leave. i really don’t want to chase you down, for once, i just want you to stay.”

finney: “…i’ll think about it.”

robin: visibly relieved “thank you”

finney: “i don’t trust you. and im still mad. and i want space.”

robin: “okay.”

finney: “i need to alert my girl that i may be compromised.”

robin: “i can’t let you do that.”

finney: “i won’t identify you. but i have to, it’s part of the agreement i signed. they only let me go without a protective detail because im not a minor and i could sign all the forms for just a necessary check up every few days after two years of this.”

robin: “look—just come stay with me for a while. we can move you to a nice location.”

finney: “i’m not going ANYWHERE with you. you have to know that. i don’t trust you, i won’t let you take me to a secondary location that no one can find me at, after you just told me that you won’t let me leave you.”

robin: “please.”

finney: going in for the kill because he is RUTHLESS “are you really asking me to give up my freedom and risk the little family i have because you can’t let me go?”

robin: almost rendered speechless because he realizes he’s asking finney to do what he, himself, was scared of having finney do to him—compromise his family and his freedom. “yes, i’m sorry. i need you close. can i—can i give you a key, or something. so, whenever you’re ready, you can just come to a safe house and be granted access immediately. any building, day or night.”

finney: “you shouldn’t trust me with that. don’t do that.”

robin: “i’m sorry for not being trustworthy to you—but i trust you. so, here.”

finney, having got robin’s apology, access to any building he wants now, a literal blanket of protection, and an admission that robin wants him around, high as a kite on the feeling of pure satisfaction in his veins: “fine. i’ll think about it.”

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