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1. Of Gods and Man by Taffythetomemaker

   Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Iron Lung (2026)  

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   • Complete Work

   26 Jun 2026

   Tags

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   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace
   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung) & Ryland Grace
   • Bloodymary - Relationship
   • Ryland Grace
   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • BloodyMary
   • <— nonromantic for this one
   • Angst
   • The Convict | Simon Has Religious Trauma (Iron Lung)
   • Deity Ryland Grace
   • God Ryland Grace
   • Eldritch Ryland Grace
   • Kinda
   • Simon the wet cat
   • The Convict | Simon Needs a Hug (Iron Lung)
   • The Convict | Simon Lives (Iron Lung)
   • Amputee The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • Guys i think i finally figured out how to tag
   • FKIN FINALLY
   • Simon has low self esteem
   • No beta we die like Stratt’s conscience :(
   • my wife
   • I could never hate her
   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung) Thinks Ryland Grace is an Angel
   • Not really but its in the same vein so
   • Mentions of SA
   • Suggestive Themes

   Summary

   Simon was finally going to die.

   A boulder nearly as big as Dr. Grace's house was already seconds away from Simon's face, having suddenly and unluckily dislodged itself from the cliff.

   He yelped as pure terror shot through his veins, leaping away from the center of the boulder (but not nearly far enough), and landing on the ground roughly, knocking the air and a pained grunt from his lungs. In the same instant he curled as tight as he could, covered his head with his hand, and squeezed his eyes shut.

   Choked, frantic prayers spilled from his lips into the sand as time seemed to stand still and grow longer in his last moments, drawing out his agony.

   He prayed and shuddered and prayed and shuddered and—

   Surely the boulder should have him dead by now.

   Simon looked up.

   His stomach dropped right through the sand, past the rest of this planet, and into the infinite abyss of space beyond.

   The boulder was floating a few feet above him, covered in a gentle barrier of glowing neon green, and to Simon's front, who had been leading the way to his house, was what Simon could only guess was Grace's true form.

   OR

   Simon thinks Grace is God :3

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