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Seeding Prayer by NerdyMixedPan
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026)
25 May 2026
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“What did you call it?” Simon asked, placing his hand on Grace’s hip. His fingers slipped under the man’s shirt, causing his angel to moan. Simon loved how vibrant blushes looked on Grace. His angel looked like a tomato. He couldn’t help but tease the man. “When we talked about EDEN and Earth? Something exchange?”
Ryland whimpered as Simon began rubbing his side. Every touch was electric. God, he was sensitive. He swallowed, throat clicking loudly. “Cultural exchange,” Grace answered.
“Yeah. Cultural exchange.” Simon chuckled, “Let’s do that. Let me show you how we make life.” He pulled Grace to him, chest to chest.
----------You saw the first tag. Will make more sense if you read the first fic of the series, but not entirely necessary.
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- Part 2 of Love Among The Stars
Bookmarked by 0libman
19 Jun 2026
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Maintenance Check by Maniacal_Goose
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
01 Jun 2026
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Simon’s prosthetic arm is acting up and Ryland knows the basic steps to resetting it. The one thing he doesn’t account for is when the system gets scrambled and makes for an… interesting discovery.
AKA: Simon’s nerve functions are acting up and Ryland takes full advantage of it.
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- Part 3 of Patron Saints Of One Way Ships
Bookmarked by 0libman
19 Jun 2026
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Home Is Where The Tree Will Grow by yourbathroomwindow
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026)
13 Jun 2026
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Ryland Grace has officially lived on Erid for one whole year. Everything's set up to his liking. He has food, a lab, and his best friend who visits him on the daily.
Sure, he's the only human person here. But given his background, he doesn't mind suffering from touch-deprivation. He's safe right where he is.
Well, not for long. Now, there's a new guy. Who's pragmatic and flat when it comes to any form of expression.
That's fine! Grace can deal with that. He has no worries...
And why does Rocky keep trying to push the idea of them dating.----
Or here's my take on the Ryland Grace x Simon ship. I had a vision, I followed it to the end.Bookmarked by 0libman
18 Jun 2026
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where nothing bleeds by interstellarisms
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
10 Apr 2026
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Simon didn’t expect his savior to be exactly his type.
What a welcome sight. Even if this stupidly handsome man ends up being evil, or working for the C.O.I, at least he’d die looking at something good.
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Grace and Rocky find Simon's ship floating in deep space on their way to Erid.
UPDATE: This fic has been peer reviewed by a NASA engineer who has approved of the science!
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Bookmarked by 0libman
18 Jun 2026
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Sinew & Salvation by Blip_E
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Iron Lung (Video Game), Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types, David Szymanski's Iron Lung - All Media Types
14 Jun 2026
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Simon wished he could reach out, to find his angel, to soothe the sadness in his voice. He could almost feel the warmth of the angel’s skin, the warmth of his salvation.
But even the mere thought of touching his angel brought back that tightness in his chest, reminding him pointedly of why the angel had begun to cry in the first place; feeling, seeing, knowing of his sins. How could he possibly comfort this perfect angel, when he himself was the cause for his distress?
And then, just as Simon’s thoughts started another downward spiral towards the depths of crimson, he felt the angel’s fingers brush across his cheek, ripping him from the cruel tendrils of the blood ocean and bringing him to whatever heaven this must be.
The touch was so tender, so kind, that it shocked Simon, the chill of his angel’s fingers going straight to his core like a gulp of cool water after a hike through the blazing desert. What could he possibly do to deserve such gentility? To deserve this angel? What had his mother’s ghost bartered with, to get him here?
“I’ll let you rest,” the angel seemed to whisper, his voice dripping with something that sounded like fondness.
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17 Jun 2026