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A Saving Grace by LowkeyLoki_1309
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026), Iron Lung (2026)
02 Jun 2026
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After ramming the sub straight into the Light, Simon wakes up on a strange spaceship with no memory of how he got there. The state of the Hail Mary -spacious, clean, bright and comfortable- can only lead to one conclusion: Simon has somehow been picked up by one of the highest-ranking leaders of the C.O.I.
Luckily, Dr. Grace doesn't seem to recognize him, buying Simon enough time to hatch yet another desperate plan for survival before his identity is discovered. In the meantime, Simon tries his best to stay in the man's good graces (no pun intended), but he's hardly known for his charming personality.
Both of them are in for a bumpy ride.
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02 Jun 2026
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On Wanting To Live And Other Choices by mustangisinflames
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Iron Lung (2026)
06 Jun 2026
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Ch.6 excerpt:
"His Brothers did not hate him, did not wish him dead; not yet, he still had a few more years before the judgement would be made on whether he could continue to grow in Eden’s well-tended garden. Instead it was a lesson, a reminder that he must fight to earn his place in the forest, to get the right to rise above the canopy and not choke to death in the darkness of the undergrowth below.
Your roots must take, Simon. They must take and feed and grow strong.
It was an act of indifference, no different to turning soil to aerate it. Beneficial for the ground, yes, but an entirely passive action to have performed; was up to the soil to make the most of it. With every punch, each heel stamped onto his toes, Simon knew what they were doing. What they were saying.
‘We have given you a gift in hopes you will take it and survive,’ They said, rammed into every bruise, every scrape, the cutting of his tooth into his lip, ‘Will you adapt or choke?’"
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Or: It's not enough to want to live. You have to make a choice.
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02 Jun 2026
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Acquired Taste by justpassingby (nothereforlong)
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026)
02 Jun 2026
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Grace freezes suddenly, knocking into Adrian’s arm. “Holy fishsticks. Holy fishsticks, he bit through Xenonite."
"Yes." Adrian sounds amused. Listen, it’s not Grace’s fault! He’s had a bunch of other things to worry about! Things like grading, and analyzing blood samples with disturbing origins, and checking in with Armando to make sure Simon’s healing properly—oh heck, it’s totally his fault. Oh well, he’ll live this down. Probably.
"Grace concerned about new revelation, question?"
OR: 5 times Grace is frankly unreasonably chill about Simon's mutations, + one time where no one is chill about anything
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02 Jun 2026
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Strange Skin by livvv_cv
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Iron Lung (Video Game), Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
05 Jun 2026
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The beast appeared seventeen days before the man.
The man, or maybe we shouldn’t call him a man quite yet, appeared late at night.
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Grace is living a quiet, if boring, life on Erid when someone - or something -mysteriously appears in the biodome's ocean.
Simon claws his way back to personhood.
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01 Jun 2026
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Finding What's Left Behind by ivannesque
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Iron Lung (Video Game), David Szymanski's Iron Lung - All Media Types
30 May 2026
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No one was interested in a desolate place that only came with two infinite resources: human blood and questions without answers. However grim the landscape was, it had one great advantage - it was a free real estate and Scout could bet every drop of blood on this moon that something must've been left behind, simply waiting to be found.
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Something sprouted inside the Darkness, proving it wasn't just impenetrable, boiling, bubbling blackness. Something started clawing its way through. Captivity was no freedom. Collective was no choice. Unity was a prison.
And something was already fed up with prisons.
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01 Jun 2026

