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"Just one hint," Malevola pleaded. Prism leaned against her chair, eyeing Robert expectantly.
Robert stared at them briefly, deliberating over his response. He settled on honesty. They wouldn't believe him, and they wouldn't be able to link it to his identity as Mecha Man anyway.
"Sure. I can't die."
Prism sighed in frustration. "Oh come on! Don't be like that."
_______________________________________Robert Robertson III was eight when he realized he had a super power. It was also the first time he died.
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23 Aug 2026
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i'll give you everything you've ever wanted (if you want me to) by incapablemuse
Fandom Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026)
30 Jul 2026
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it is really an incapablemuse fic if there aren't complicated feelings & a weird friends with benefits situation between the two main characters
every fic is order. takes place months after simon makes it to erid. amputee simon, trans man grace (top surgery, no bottom surgery)
+ genderfluid trans masc authorif you make simon worship grace like he is a god you go to hell
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14 Aug 2026
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This Side of Paradise by jujus_writing_corner
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026)
08 Aug 2026
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“Simon, hey, talk to me,” Grace frets, “You’re starting to worry me a little. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Grace,” Simon gasps against Grace’s palm, voice thready and strained, “Please.”
“Please what?” Grace asks, completely bewildered. “What do you need?”
“You,” Simon says, the word rumbling from the back of his throat.
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Or, bloodymary sex pollen shenanigans
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The sounds Juno made were embarrassing, to say the least. High and desperate, some were curse words, others were wordless moans and whimpers, but most were Peter's name, over and over. There was a reverence to his words, like he was praying to a higher power, like he was worshipping. If he could worship Peter, he would. He would deserve every amen, every hymn, every sacrament taken.
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