10 Works by CeilingKiwi
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“Would you tell me about when my father was pregnant with me?” Robert whispered.
Rocky cocked his carapace. For a moment, Robert was terribly afraid he would say that Robert was too old for the bedtime story that had been their favorite for as long as they could remember.
But Rocky just rumbled softly and said, “I’ve told it six hundred thousand times.”
Their old call-and-response made a warm feeling rise in Robert’s chest. “So tell it six hundred thousand and one times.”
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On the day of Ryland Grace’s funeral, one of his clones had a very important talk with Rocky.
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- Part 2 of Cloneverse
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An Approximation of Happiness by CeilingKiwi
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types
24 Jun 2026
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Grace crossed the house, grabbing his laptop and flopping down across his couch. His laptop rested on the swell of his abdomen as he opened his browser and pulled up a database of symptoms and their potential causes.
Nausea. Weight gain. Increased appetite. Fatigue. Frequent urination.
He cross-referenced with an open notebook, writing down possible diagnoses. Stomach viruses, food poisoning, metabolic changes, depression, various kinds of cancers.
Pregnancy popped up a lot, too. Over and over, for every symptom. None of the other diagnoses appeared for every one of his symptoms.
“Wouldn’t that be a riot?” Grace muttered to himself. “Human parthenogenesis in the only human on an alien planet."
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Eridian doctors transferred a human embryo into Grace. They didn't bother asking his permission.
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- Part 1 of Cloneverse
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When Hank's wife abandons him and their young son, Hank struggles to adjust to single parenthood. He buys a second-hand domestic android to help keep his household afloat, an android with buggy software and an unusual amount of initiative. As Connor becomes an indispensable member of the household, Hank finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew about androids—and about authenticity, personhood, and society.
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Hank is pulled back to consciousness by a pain in his chest— aching and constant, as if he’s been coughing too hard. That pain is accompanied by a strange, solid weight that lies not just on his chest, but all down his torso, trailing off to the side.
Hank opens his eyes.
A brown-haired man has his mouth firmly clamped over Hank’s. He blows air into Hank with such force that it makes something deep in his chest spasm.
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Written for HankCon MerMay 2020! Featuring art by shadraquarium.
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Man's Sickbed and Mankind's Deathbed by CeilingKiwi
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
10 Sep 2020
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In a ruined world, Connor and Hank struggle to foster friendship between humans and androids. But as important as peace is, far more important to Connor is Hank's wellbeing.
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Something wanders out of the plains of rusting metal and wire, a tiny spot in the distance slowly growing closer. It's a man. The first human being that Hank has seen in God knows how long.
He won't leave Hank alone.
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In the early months of 2040, a study of pre-revolutionary android code reveals that Cyberlife purposely designed androidkind with contrived durability. After they reach a certain point in their lifespan, androids are designed to break down rapidly no matter how carefully each android is maintained.
Not long after, a cluster of tactile sensors on Connor's left hand fizzle out.
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His Lifeline, His Anchor by CeilingKiwi for shadraquarium
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
05 Sep 2019
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On Hank and Connor's honeymoon, Hank disappears into the ocean. He comes back changed.
Art by shadraquarium!
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"Did you suffer?" Hank asks. It's the question he was too afraid to ask the technicians.
"No," Connor says. "I put myself in stasis before I was dismembered. I didn't feel a thing."
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Connor is dead. That doesn't stop him from helping Hank exact revenge on the person who murdered him.
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Hank watches the way Connor sits, keeping his knees carefully together. Light from the streetlamps filters in from between the slats in the blinds, illuminating him in irregular bars. Pale skin and dark eyes, a curl falling over his forehead. He looks at Hank as though Hank is the last hope he has in the world.
“It’s my younger brother,” Connor begins. “I think he’s in trouble and I don’t know where he is.”