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1. I'd Take the Bed Warmed by the Body by nothing_bagels

   Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026), Iron Lung (Video Game)  

   • Explicit
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • M/M
   • Work in Progress

   22 Jul 2026

   Tags

   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace
   • Adrian/Rocky (Project Hail Mary)
   • Ryland Grace
   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • Rocky (Project Hail Mary)
   • Adrian (Project Hail Mary)
   • BloodyMary BloodyMay 2026 (Iron Lung/Project Hail Mary)
   • Amputee The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • Slow Burn
   • Strangers to Friends to Lovers
   • Hurt/Comfort
   • Fluff
   • Light Angst
   • Graphic Depiction of Injuries
   • but only in the beginning
   • I promise it's mostly fluff
   • Requited Unrequited Love
   • Idiots in Love
   • so much tension
   • Sharing a Bed
   • Eventual Smut
   • Happy Ending
   • No beta we die like Antarctica
   • simon fell first
   • Ryland fell on his face
   • Grace vs having a self aware thought
   • he's losing the battle
   • Rocky is So Done (Project Hail Mary)
   • Ryland Grace Needs a Hug
   • The Convict | Simon Needs a Hug (Iron Lung)
   • they both get one
   • this fic is achingly sweet and earnest
   • And entirely self indulgent

   Summary

   “Simon, as far as I’m concerned, you can stay for as long as you want. No question about it. Just get some rest, okay?”

   Well. That settled it. This man was either fucking stupid, or he was the most kind hearted person that Simon had ever met. Deep down, he had a feeling he already knew which one.

   He looked up at Ryland with heavy, drooping eyelids to see hair sticking out in every direction, glasses askew, and a big cozy sweater swallowing his frame. Cute.

   If Simon didn’t watch himself, he was going to be in big fucking trouble. As his eyes fluttered closed, he also got the sense that it was already too late.

   Language:

   English

   Words:

   43,319

   Chapters:

   7/14

   Comments:

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   Kudos:

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