Oh. OH.
I KNEW IT.
I knew Oran wasn’t just going around killing people for no reason.
I KNEW.
Oh. OH.
I KNEW IT.
I knew Oran wasn’t just going around killing people for no reason.
I KNEW.
Aaaaaand they’re making out. Angrily.
Trigger warnings in this chapter for sure, for sexual violence, survival sex, and dubcon.
What is baby Renard so afraid of?
The plot thickens and Hank has an encounter with the Captain.
Okay, the last chapter said “Epilogue” but I’m going to just trust that this chapter somehow explains everything.
Oh, and heed the tag warnings on the fic before reading, pretty sure there’s smuttiness at the least, and possibly some dubcon.
OH! Oh oh oh. Wait. I missed it somehow but…
RENARD HAD ORAN KILLED DIDN’T HE.
Oh shit. Well.
Renard, how could you?!
(I mean it makes sense, given when this was written. It’s so weird and kind of cool to look back at something written early on and see how people viewed the characters and what little we had to go on back then.)
Wait they’re back in the black room. How? Is Hank dreaming again?
Epilogue
Wait what?! No. I need to know more. There’s another chapter! This is going by way too fast.
Green Green Man, Ch. 7: Are you really sure you can burn one more?
I’m still not totally clear on what all Hank has realized…but I have a feeling I’m about to find out. I do know all the pieces of Nick and Monroe and Renard’s secrets seem to have fallen into place, and he is PISSED. Not that I blame him.
GET ‘EM HANK!
Ohhhhhh shit. Hank’s awake and he knows Nick is a lying liar who lies. This confrontation should be interesting!
Hank’s spirit returns to his body.
Guess what time it is! Time to finish up Green Green Man. If you’re reading along, head over now so we can end this ride together. If you read ahead, shhhhh. No spoilers!
And don’t forget to send me any recommendations you have for next week’s fic! It can be a one shot, short fic, long fic, etc. The only thing I ask is that it’s in English or Spanish because my reading comprehension isn’t good enough in any other languages to get by without running the fic through the butcher’s block that is Google Translate.