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The Patron Saints Of One Way Trips by CC (Sp0n6e)
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026)
26 Apr 2026
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Simon died. Eaten and consumed by the Blood Eel. Not until he wakes up in a place called Erid where sentient rocks live and a guy who can’t seem to wear his glasses the right way.
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Simon gets thrown into Project Hail Mary because he deserves to be taken care of after the ending in Iron Lung. (basically, in other words. Simon and Grace act stupid, made everyone in Erid their spectators of their stupidity)
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- Part 1 of Vampire Simon
- Part 1 of Hail Mary, full of Grace
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25 Jun 2026
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Guiding Light (to the Castle in the Sky) by ink_writer
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026)
23 Jun 2026
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Simon lives in Filament, a small mining town in the country of Slagton in the late 19th century. Airships float in the skies, and angels fall from them. This angel, however, is being chased by pirates, the army, and a mysterious spy. He holds the key to a secret city, which is more myth than real. But the drawings in his mother's journals line up with the angel's story.
On the run, Simon and Grace must escape peril, find the hidden city, and discover the truth for themselves with only a magic stone to guide them.
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aka, a Castle in the Sky AU, but make it bloodymary.
Updates daily!
(you don't need to have seen the movie to understand this fic!)Bookmarked by Wacky_Watermelon
13 Jun 2026
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SWAK by Cowboycrows
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026)
18 May 2026
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“I don’t know,” says Simon. “I don’t even know where we’re going, they won’t tell me.” He buries his face in his knees and arms again, and Grace hears something that sounds suspiciously like a sob. Maybe Simon’s eyeballs were sweating too.
“You have to promise you’ll come back,” Grace demands, his own lower lip trembling. "Pinky promise!" He jabs his pinky into Simon’s cheek and pokes him with it until Simon looks up.
Simon’s eyes are red-rimmed, but Grace’s glad that he’s managed to surprise just the tiniest smile from him. “I’m not pinky promising, that shit’s for babies,” he says, eyeing Grace’s extended pinky with mock disdain.
“Then how am I supposed to know you’ll keep your promise?” Grace shoots back.
“We gotta seal the deal with something else,” Simon says seriously.
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A modern-day AU with no astrophage or the quiet rapture where Simon and Grace are childhood friends and met at a playground when they were eight.
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05 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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28 May 2026
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Noumenon by kharti
Fandoms: Sonic the Hedgehog (Live Action Universe), Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types
17 Jul 2025
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“Move. Talk. Do something. Anything but sit there looking pathetic.”
More commands. STON-3’s core warmed as they settled into its central processing, each one sparking a separate thread of thought that activated in parallel.
Move. STON-3 slid off the table it was sitting on and took a moment to establish a sense of posture. Its shoulders rolled back in their sockets, and its chin lifted and lowered before clicking into place once it found the right position to stand at a comfortable height.
Talk. “Thank you for creating me, Dr. Ivo Robotnik.”
Do something. The creator favored grins and smirks on his own face—so it smiled to comply with the directive to be different.
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18 May 2026