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(In The Snare of Devotion) by KatieHavok
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types
06 Sep 2026
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“Gimme ten minutes,” he gruffs, shedding his bag, keys, wallet, and phone. “I smell like a fuckin’ burn pit.”
“Take your time,” Grace smirks, staring unabashedly as Simon strips to the skin.
Simon, noticing Grace’s distraction, winks. “Like what you see?” he asks while uncoupling his prosthetic.
“You know I do,” Grace admits, meeting Simon’s eyes. “I always have.”*
In which there is a (background) wedding, Simon is the Consent King™, Grace gets some much-needed downtime, and oh yeah, they also hump like bunnies.
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Bookmarked by BlinkingRedLight
14 Sep 2026
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The Cries of Polyxena by SuperCoolFrog (Abstract_Reality)
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Iron Lung (2026)
12 Sep 2026
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"So. I'm going to say what I've heard back to you, just to make sure we're on the same page," Simon explains. "You would like us to have dinner and drinks. You want to get drunk, much drunker than me. And then you want me to force you to have sex, but not actually force you, because you secretly want it. Is that correct?"
"Uh, yes?" Ryland's answer is a bit more of a question.
Ryland Grace wants his boyfriend to get him drunk and take advantage of him. Simon is more than happy to oblige. They are both freaks. Statement.
Bookmarked by BlinkingRedLight
14 Sep 2026
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this is my forever now by oohouchiemamaaa
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026)
13 Sep 2026
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“Does this mean you think I’m a pretty man with a sexy voice?” Simon questioned, voice laced with mirth and a hint of something Grace couldn't quite make out.
“No! I- I mean not no, yes, of course you’re pretty but- and gosh you do have a sexy voice- no, wait- God, I just-” Grace brought both hands up to cover his face. “Gosh this is so embarrassing, I’m so sorry.”
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After finally scratching the itch, Grace confronts Simon and indulges him with a story about his past. Simon receives all the confirmation he needed to finally make the man his, but how was he supposed to do that when there was someone else Grace had been pining over?
in other words, simon finally realised that grace does, in fact, like him too, and that's all he needed to stop holding himself back from pouncing on the cute lil scientist <3
Bookmarked by BlinkingRedLight
14 Sep 2026
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“The- The goddamn-... baby shit!”
“Holland,” Jackson took a step forward, hands outstretched slightly with his palms to the sky like he wanted to grab the younger man but by the grace of God, stopped himself. He shook his head, expression incredulous. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Yo-You know! The-The stuff!” Holland shrieked, hands flapping in the air. His lips pulled into a frown as he took a few stumbling steps back, narrowly avoiding falling back into the bed-nest. God, he was a mess.
Jackson glared. “If you say that again I’m gonna kill you.”
“The pregnancy stuff. I-I mean, I’m no James- fucking- Dean, let’s be honest. Holly was a big baby, okay?! My stomach looks like a-a deflated party balloon. I have so many stretch marks, if I went to the zoo, they’d throw me in with the goddamn tigers. And I-...” Holland faltered, and for the first time since Jackson had met him, Holland looked genuinely stricken, as if he had reminded himself of something he’d rather soon forget.
Something he couldn't forget.
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Alternatively: Holland figures Jackson wants nothing to do with him because of how his body looks post-pregnancy. Jackson proves him wrong.
Bookmarked by BlinkingRedLight
14 Sep 2026
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A Window In by starpilot (starraty)
Fandoms: Drive (2011), Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
07 Jul 2026
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“Uh—” the stranger starts from the other room, appearing in the doorway with a small plastic bin in his hands. “I— My name is— I mean, everyone calls me Grace. What should I call you?”
Grace has his hair pulled out of his face with a rubber band, creating an awkwardly short tuft at the crown of his head. He sets the kit on the table and pries the lid off. Nobody has called Casey by his name in a long, long time. Sometimes he’s not even sure it’s his. Grace washes his hands in the kitchen sink, and the faint scent of soap drifts across the room.
“Casey,” he says. The syllables don't even sit right in his mouth.
“Casey,” Grace echoes. It sounds downright melodic by comparison. He comes to Casey’s side and kneels on the floor again. “Okay, I’m gonna start now.”..
Or: what it says on the tin
Bookmarked by BlinkingRedLight
13 Sep 2026