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i make sfw tickle-related posts - i am a lee
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please say hi! i would love to make friends
hi, iām kate. iām a member of the tumblr sfw tickle community! iām not super active but i have a few mutuals and friends on here.
iām a minor (17) and i will ONLY interact with blogs that are sfw and okay with minors interacting. no sexual asks or DMs. thank you!
the chart has most of the info!! but on here i like to post and reblog about sfw tickling, and also write/interact with fandom content. i post my fics and art here too sometimes.
i love to write fics/draw so PLEASE send requests and ideas! I will not bite :) i may or may not get to your request but yall are geniuses so thereās a good chance i drop everything to write it!!
i post all of my tickle fics on tumblr and ao3. i also post non-tickle fics on ao3.
ConfrontationĀ - Ler!Grace and Lee!Simon (Bloodymary)
Cuteness AggressionĀ - Ler!Simon and Lee!Reader
TipsyĀ - Ler!Grace and Lee!Stratt
Team BuildingĀ - Ler!Carl and Lee!Grace
Double-TeamedĀ - Ler!Simon, Ler!Grace, and Lee!Reader (Bloodymary)
GrumpyĀ - Ler!Grace and Lee!Reader
ClumsyĀ - Ler!Simon and Lee!Grace (Bloodymary)
Feel BetterĀ - Ler!Rocky and Lee!Reader
Thank YouĀ - Ler!Grace and Lee!Simon (Bloodymary)
Voices In My HeadĀ - Ler!Grace and Lee!Reader
Pilot Detected (4)Ā - Kid!Reader, Ler!Grace and Lee!Reader
Pilot Detected (3)Ā - Kid!Reader; Ler!Grace, Ler!Rocky, and Lee!Reader
Pilot Detected (2)Ā - Kid!Reader
Pilot DetectedĀ Ā - Kid!Reader, Ler!Grace and Lee!Reader
For HealthĀ - Ler!Rocky and Lee!Grace
Two IdiotsĀ - Lee!Grace and Ler!Reader
Be GentleĀ Ā - Ler!Stratt and Lee!Reader
Asking For ItĀ - Ler!Grace and Lee!Reader
Oral FixationĀ - Ler!Grace and Lee!Reader
Stop StressingĀ - Ler!Carl, Ler!Grace, and Lee!Reader
Dirty DancingĀ - Ler!Rocky, Lee!Grace, and Lee!Reader
Too MuchĀ - Ler!Grace and Lee!Reader
Doing NothingĀ - Ler!Stratt, Ler!Carl, and Lee!Grace
NightcapĀ - Ler!Grace, Ler!Stratt, and Lee!Reader
Well, Fudge (2)Ā - Lee!Grace and Ler!Reader
Well, Fudge (1)Ā - Ler!Grace and Lee!Reader
FANDOM LIST
Project Hail Mary
The Martian
Andor & Rogue One
Star Wars
BBC Sherlock
Bridgerton
Heartstopper
The fandom list is ever-evolving and may get updated. :)
please please do reach out! i really want to make friends and chat with yall. you can send asks or just message me directly. iām happy to RP with friends, send teases whenever, receive teases, etc. i promise i donāt bite!
Discovery of Culprits (8163 words) by greatleekate
Chapters: 12/?
Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types, Iron Lung (2026), David Szymanski's Iron Lung - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace, Adrian (Project Hail Mary) & The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), Adrian (Project Hail Mary) & The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung) & Ryland Grace & Rocky, Ryland Grace & Rocky, Adrian/Rocky (Project Hail Mary)
Characters: Adrian (Project Hail Mary), Rocky (Project Hail Mary), The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), Ryland Grace
Additional Tags: The Convict | Simon Has PTSD (Iron Lung), Ryland Grace Has Panic Attacks, Ryland Grace is So Whipped, Ryland Grace is Bad at Feelings, The Convict | Simon Needs a Hug (Iron Lung), Touch-Starved, Malnutrition, Simon is more emotionally regulated than Grace
Summary:
A convict appears in Eridās orbit with little to no scientific explanation. A scientist rises to the challenge.
Two light years away, a scientist and an engineer push through the final leg of their journey home.
alright everyone dinnerās ready. i got the idea for this from an ask by @tea-and-tickles - thanks for the idea!
Lee!Grace, Ler!Yao, Ler!Ilyukhina
Summary: Grace tests out some new vocabulary. Fuck around and find out, basically.
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Grace spun in a slow circle in zero gravity. "Guys."
"What," Yao replied flatly, barely looking up from where he was calculating a steady flight path around Tau Ceti into the area of Tau Ceti-e convenient for astrophage sampling.Ā
"I am," Grace said with a long-suffering sigh, "sooooĀ bored."Ā
His foot bumped lightly into a screwdriver on the lab bench and Ilyukhina shot him a glare as she reached over to stop its gentle spin away from her.Ā
"I miss when you were still puking everywhere," Ilyukhina muttered. "It was less annoying."
Grace chuckled at the insult. "I don't miss the puking," he said lightly. "I do miss the gravity, though."
Ilyukhina returned to the astrophage sampler that she was assembling and calibrating for their upcoming foray into Tau Ceti's Petrova line.
"The faster we get to the sampling zone, the sooner you can use the lab for science, which means you will get gravity back," Yao intoned. "So now it is time to hush so Olesya and I can do that."
Grace stopped himself mid-spin and pulled himself over to look over Yao's shoulder. "Waiting is boring," Grace said, absentmindedly watching Yao do his calculations. "I think you forgot to carry a one over there," he added, pointing vaguely at the page.
Yao tensed, checked his work, and scratched out the mistake. He sighed and started again.Ā
"What would my students say in a time like this?" Grace mused aloud. "I bet they'd have something amusing."
"Can't you think inside your head?" Ilyukhina murmured under her breath.Ā
"They'd probably say thatā¦Yao's math ain't mathing," Grace said, chuckling softly. "And that this lab is mid without any gravity."
Ilyukhina looked up from her work. She was wearing her signature death stare, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned. "Are you done?"Ā
Grace pulled himself over to look at the sampler she was working on. He was giggling under his breath. "This sampler is cringe, but I should let her cook."
Yao fully set his calculations down with a sigh. "Ryland, we are in the process of saving planet Earth."
"No cap, broski," Grace wheezed.Ā
Ilyukhina suppressed a snort at the expression on Yao's face. Grace's eyes lit up and he pointed a delighted finger at her. "You're laughing!" Grace exclaimed. "I guess my slang lowkey hits different."
Yao and Ilyukhina made eye contact. Yao nodded with a sigh. "Okay, Dr. Grace. I see how it is."
Grace was red-faced and laughing. "It's giving, uh, no aura," he chortled.
Ilyukhina stood up and Yao pushed lightly on Grace's chest to send him to the back wall of the lab. They both followed him.Ā
"Guys? What's going onāuh, this is kinda sus," Grace flustered, still attempting to commit to the bit.Ā
Yao reached Grace and pinned him to the wall by placing a firm hand on his chest.
"I do believe I have the right words for this," Yao mused. "How do they say it? I think it'sā¦ you're cooked."
Grace flushed pink. "What- what are you even going to do to me?" He squeaked. "Th-this is not very mindful, or very demureā"
Ilyukhina cut him off with a firm squeeze to his left ribcage. Grace squeaked like a tea kettle. "Hey! Don'tā"
Yao chuckled. "Good idea, Olesya. A fitting punishment for such childish language."
"Thank you, Li-Jie, I thought of it myself," Ilyukhina said smugly.Ā
"Guhuys? I'm right- HERE!" Grace protested, the last bit turning into another squeal as Yao massaged his fingers into the crease of Grace's hip. Grace kicked out, his legs pinwheeling like a cartoon character as he threw his head back in helpless laughter.Ā
"No- nnnnNO!"Ā
"Yes," Ilyukhina replied, digging her fingers under Grace's arm.Ā
Grace screeched and curled up like a pillbug. "You guys are bullies," he whined, protecting himself as best he could.Ā
"No, we are just, uh, gentle parenting," Yao grunted, bracing a knee against Grace's stomach and using it as leverage to uncurl the scientist for better access.Ā
"Wha- I- this is your version ofĀ GENTLE?!Ā And I'm not a toddlerā" Grace spluttered, fighting to stay curled up.Ā
"You were speaking like toddler," Ilyukhina smirked, clawing roughly at Grace's ribs. Grace cackled and kicked uselessly at the air.Ā
"You are giggling like one," Yao chuckled.Ā
"Shut- UP!" Grace whined, kicking more precisely at Yao's middle.Ā
The next few moments resulted in quite a quick escalation.Ā
First, Grace's foot made contact with Yao's stomach. Yao was knocked back about two feet and some of the air was punched out of his lungs. Grace let out a victorious laugh.
Next, the lab went totally still.Ā
Ilyukhina scoffed lightly in delighted surprise at the drama that was sure to unfold. "Uh oh," she said, poking Grace in the side.Ā
Yao looked halfway between incredulous and murderous.
Third, Grace attempted another kick with a cheeky grin, because he didn't know what was good for him.Ā
"Oh, this is not happening," Yao grumbled as he caught Grace's kick. He quickly put the offending foot in an ankle lock.
Grace yelped and tried to pull his foot back. "Wait- I didn't mean it! It was just, your face was pricelessā"
"Priceless?" Yao scoffed. "What, you think I don't know how to catch a kick?" Then, he muttered something foul-sounding in Mandarin.Ā
"Well, you missed the first oneāWAITWAITWAIT!" Grace's voice rose in pitch and Yao made quick work of his NASA-issue grippy sock. "Okayokayokay, I'm sorry, come ohohon you don't have to do this," Grace protested.
Grace shrieked with laughter as Yao ignored him and rubbed his blunt nails roughly across the sole of Grace's foot.Ā
"Is this really so bad?" Yao asked.Ā
"YEHEHES!!" Grace cried.
"Oh, that is okay, I can do other things," Yao said calmly, as if he were being extremely generous.Ā
He snatched a lab cleaning brush that was hovering nearby. He waved it in Grace's face. "You did not put this away after washing it, so what comes next is your fault."
"What are you gonna do withā AAAAHH!!" Grace's shrieked as Yao brought the brush down to his exposed sole andĀ scrubbed.Ā It was awful, it was hell, it was exactly what he wanted. Grace twisted uselessly in Yao's grip, loud cackles and cries for mercy spilling out of his mouth like a broken faucet.Ā
Grace felt smaller hands steady his shoulders and that should have given him some warning, but he was still unprepared when Ilyukhina squeezed at that perfect spot on the back of his neck. He screeched and his back arched.Ā
"Oh, poor scientist forgot he had this spot," Ilyukhina cooed. "Our little amnesiac."
"We should stop calling him scientist and start calling him ticklish," Yao observed over the sound of Grace's mirthful screaming.Ā
"NOHOHOā DO NOTā"
"What's wrong with calling you ticklish?" Ilyukhina grinned.
Yao let up on Grace's foot so he could reply. "Ihit's- it's too embarassing!"
"You don't like the word 'tickle'?" Yao asked.Ā
"What if we say it in another language?" Ilyukhina said smugly. "How about ŃŠµŠŗŠ¾ŃŠ°ŃŃ?"
"Or ēē?" Yao chimed in.Ā
Grace covered his red face and groaned.Ā
Ilyukhina patted Grace's shoulder. "I think we killed him," she chuckled.Ā
Yao gently put Grace's sock back on his foot for him, chuckling softly at the way Grace now flinched from every small brush to his abused sole. "Are you going to let us do our work now?" Yao asked.
Grace whined a soft, pathetic "yes" from behind the hands covering his face.Ā
Yao squeezed Grace's shoulder. "Good man."
Yao and Ilyukhina returned to their abandoned work and the lab settled into quiet again. Grace remained curled up in a ball for a while until he felt ready to uncover his face. He watched them work in silence.Ā
Grace chewed his lip, and then muttered experimentally under his breath: "That wasn't very based."
There was a moment of silence, and then Yao spoke up in a warning tone, not looking up from his work. "Grace."
Grace lowered his voice even more. "It was chopped, actually," he exhaled.Ā
ok i got my act together a little here is a sneak peek of the grace + yao + ilyukhina fic
(yes itās the idea from the other day about grace pissing people off with gen z slang + my undying desire to bring yao and ilyukhina back from the dead)
Discovery of Culprits (6459 words) by greatleekate
Chapters: 10/?
Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types, Iron Lung (2026), David Szymanski's Iron Lung - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace, Adrian (Project Hail Mary) & The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), Adrian (Project Hail Mary) & The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung) & Ryland Grace & Rocky, Ryland Grace & Rocky, Adrian/Rocky (Project Hail Mary)
Characters: Adrian (Project Hail Mary), Rocky (Project Hail Mary), The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), Ryland Grace
Additional Tags: The Convict | Simon Has PTSD (Iron Lung), Ryland Grace Has Panic Attacks, Ryland Grace is So Whipped, Ryland Grace is Bad at Feelings, The Convict | Simon Needs a Hug (Iron Lung), Touch-Starved, Malnutrition, Simon is more emotionally regulated than Grace
Summary:
A convict appears in Eridās orbit with little to no scientific explanation. A scientist rises to the challenge.
Two light years away, a scientist and an engineer push through the final leg of their journey home.
This is a collab with the lovely @milotkls!! I wrote the fic and they drew this absolutely gorgeous drawing <33 please please go check out their work and like + reblog on their page at this link !!!
Ler!Stratt, Lee!Grace
Summary: Stratt makes a discovery and Ryland canāt take the anticipation.
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Dr. Ryland Grace had grown up with a twin brother and two older brothers. It was no wonder he flinched like an abused dog when anyone reached past his ribs, stomach, or neck.
A fact that Eva Stratt had just discovered.Ā
Stratt frowned. "Are you injured?"
Grace wrapped his arms more tightly around himself. "Nope. All good." His voice was higher than usual.
She raised an eyebrow at him and took a sip of the coffee she had just reached across her colleague to grab.Ā
The conference room was suddenly too quiet. Dr. Lokken made meaningful eye contact with Dr. Lamai. Dubois and Yao exchanged a bewildered glance. Shapiro mouthed across the table at IlyukhinaāShould we be concerned?Ā
Ilyukhina unsubtly passed her a Post-It note back:Ā Maybe she's been kicking her lap dog.
Shapiro hid her laugh in a cough.Ā
Grace cleared his throat. "Uh, so, what was I saying?"
"The spin drives?" Shapiro offered, feeling guilty for laughing.Ā
"Right, thank youā¦"
***
Stratt found Grace in the staff kitchen later. He was staring blankly as his stale coffee spun around and around in the microwave. He startled as she sidled in next to him.Ā
"Oh- Christmas Eve. I should put a bell on you," Grace muttered.
"That would be inappropriate," Stratt replied calmly, stirring a flavorless 5-hour energy shot into her fourth coffee of the day.
They fell silent. Grace was visibly sweating.
"What was that, earlier? In the conference room," Stratt asked quietly.Ā
"There's no way that's good for you," Grace deflected weakly, pointing at the offending 5-hour energy bottle.
"Answer the question, Dr. Grace."
"It was nothing," Grace flustered. The microwave beeped insistently.
Stratt hummed. Grace looked at anything but her.Ā
"You know, Dr. Grace, people will think I'm abusing you if you keep flinching like that," she muttered.
"Whatā no they won't." Grace took his coffee out of the microwave.
"They already think we're fucking, why not that too?" Stratt asked coolly.
Grace spluttered and coughed into his coffee.Ā
Stratt chuckled softly. "Just tell me."
"Fine. Jeez. I grew up with three brothers, okay? My instincts are- are hardwired for constant threat."
"What kinds of threats?"
"Oh, I don't know. Flying pillows thrown at my head. Getting pantsed. Impromptu wrestling matchesā¦"
"Being tickled?" Stratt offered.
Grace bluescreened. "Wha- um- I- no, justā¦"
Stratt waited patiently. Grace hated her for it.
"Maybe. Fine. Sure," he finished.
"Good to know," Stratt murmured.Ā
"Waitāwhat does that mean? Eva?!"
She was already walking away.
***
Stratt watched Grace through the window of his lab as he lowered himself to the ground, lied down underneath a rack with a large gel documentation machine on top of it, and started tinkering with the bottom of it as if he were fixing a car.Ā
Stratt frowned. She could've sworn she had told Grace that there were lab technicians at his beck and call to fix anything he needed.Ā
She entered the lab and approached her scientist. He was listening to music on the lab's speakers and was too focused to hear her walking closer.Ā
"Naā¦ na na na na na nahā¦ hey Judeā¦" Grace sung under his breath.
The Beatles, Stratt thought.Ā Fitting.
She crouched next to him, examining his tools and the way he was fixing the machine. It looked like he was replacing a rechargeable battery pack.Ā
Stratt's gaze slid down Grace's body, examining his poor, albeit open and relaxed, posture and the way his shirt was riding up from the act of raising his arms over his head.Ā
She cleared her throat.Ā
Grace nearly jumped a foot in the air, banging his head against the lab equipment. "Fudge- I didn't see you there."
"You're aware that you can call people to come and fix things."
"I know, but, I like doing it myself," Grace mumbled, sliding out from under the machine and curling up into a protective ball.Ā
"Why are you doing that?" Stratt asked.
"Because the battery died?" Grace answered, a puzzled expression crossing his face.Ā
"No. Protecting yourself."
"I'm- I'm not protecting myself," Grace stuttered.Ā
"Relax, then," Stratt said, sitting back on her heels.Ā
"I am relaxed," Grace said defensively. "I'm the picture of relaxed."
"People who are relaxed don't need to announce it," Stratt said, scooting closer.Ā
"What- What is this. Why are youā" his voice was awfully high. "Stratt?"
"Yes?" Stratt replied, a small smile starting to crawl across her face. She was now a foot away from him on the floor. She could see how dilated his pupils were.
"I- Eva. Come on."
"What? I'm not doing anything," she chuckled.
"YouĀ areĀ though!" Grace protested.
"What am I doing, then? Spell it out for me."
"You're- you'reā¦ugh!"
"What?" Stratt challenged.
"This isn't fair," Grace whined.
"What's not fair? I still don't understand what exactly it is I'm doing that is vexing you so much," Stratt said in one smooth breath.
Grace's mouth was agape and his cheeks were hot. "You're doing theā¦ you're doing the anticipation thing."
"Anticipation of what?" She tilted her head to the side with a bemused smile.Ā
Grace sputtered and started and stopped and couldn't get a sentence out. "Will you JUST get it over with and tickle me already?!" He finally outbursted.
"Ohhhh," Stratt hummed smugly. "That'sĀ what this is about."
"Don't pretend like that wasn't what was happening here!" Grace exclaimed.
She smiled. With teeth. Grace had never seen her do that beforeāonly tight-lipped, hiding-her-amusement smiles. For a second he forgot his predicament because her smile was so rare. He couldn't help but feel pleased that he had coaxed it out of her.Ā
Until she spoke, that is. "Fine, I'll bite. Your constant flinching intrigues me."
"I- why?!"
"It's cute," Stratt mused. "And it implies that you are far too sensitive for your own good."
"Wha- cute- heyā¦" Grace interrupted himself, warily eyeing Stratt's approaching hands. "Hey, come on, don't."
"Why not?"Ā
"You seem to have a lot of questions today," Grace grumbled through gritted teeth. His blush had begun to spread down to his neck.
Stratt's hand stopped and hovered at Grace's side. He flinched, his elbow digging in against it, but otherwise remained still. "Jumpy," she chuckled.
"Can youĀ blameĀ me?" Grace squeaked.
"Why aren't you running away?" Stratt mused, wiggling her fingers. Grace's eyes were locked on them and he swatted weakly at her hand.
"I- I don't know!" He flustered. "I'm- I'm a little overwhelmed at the moment if you hadn'tĀ noticed!"
"I'm not even touching you."
"Exactly!"
"Okay, I'll move my hand," she smiled. Stratt retracted her hand fully, tucking it into her lap. Grace remained just as tense. "Why aren't you relaxing?"
"I don't know, you've gotten me allā¦worked up." He gestured wildly at the gap between their bodies.
Stratt started to stand up. "You do realize that could be taken out of context."
"Not what I meantāwait, where are you going?"
"To my meetings, what's wrong?" Stratt raised a sly eyebrow.
"I- I don'tā¦" Grace puttered out with an exasperated sigh. "You know what you're doing."
"Mm, so now you want me to tickle you?"
"That's not what I said!"
"That's what it sounds like to me," Stratt smirked, quickly closing the distance.
Grace scrambled back. "W-wait, wait, hohold on!"
Stratt paused mid-reach.
"I- uh. I didn't meanā"
"Make up your mind, Dr. Grace," Stratt chuckled.
"Fine, justājust do it!"
Stratt slid closer and gently moved Grace's arms out of the way. He shimmied in place, feeling terribly exposed. She resisted laughing at him.Ā
Stratt moved her hands even closer, just above his tummy but not touching. "Is this better?"
Grace clawed at his own collar to keep himself from pushing her away. "NO! It's nohohotā¦" His speech broke into wheezy giggles.
"I'm not touching you, why are you giggling?" Stratt murmured, wiggling her fingers a little to see if that got a reaction.
It did. "I'm nohot gigglihihing!"
"Don't scientists usually prefer facts and data over denial and single-mindedness?" Stratt mused, poking him lightly. He squealed, overreacting from the anticipation. She laughed this time. She couldn't resist.
"There is NOHO data, as far as I can tell no one is recording THIHISā" Grace cut off with a shriek as Stratt clawed lightly from the center of his tummy across his sides and up his ribs.
The way Stratt tickled was nothing like Grace had ever experienced. With his brothers, it was always about squeezing as hard as possible and digging cruelly into every spot one could reach. Stratt, on the other hand, played a waiting game. And when she was done waiting, she tapped and poked and squeezed. If Grace had his wits about him, he would have complained about the way her fingers didn't articulate individually, how they stayed together (almost like flexible LEGO figure hands, Grace thought) and covered a larger surface area to tap and squeeze and crawl all over his torso.Ā
"Have you had enough yet?" Stratt asked calmly as she gently massaged at Grace's hips. He snorted with laughter, clinging helplessly to her shoulders.Ā
"I- whahahat- what kinda quehehestion is that?!"
"You have an excellent vocabulary, Dr. Grace, I'm sure you can use it." Stratt nudged Grace's chin up from his chest to get at his neck, scratching gently at his jaw.Ā
Grace went nonverbal, hiding his face against her sweater. He covered his red cheeks. He didn't even care that he was exposing his neck more to Stratt's fingers.Ā
"Hmm?" Stratt prompted, burrowing into Grace's now-open underarm.Ā
"FU-HAHAHA- Get outta there!"Ā
"I will if you answer me."
"YEHES! OKAY? I've had enohough!"
Stratt withdrew her hands. "Good." She stood up. "Drink some water. And try not to flinch in our meetings, it really does concern people."
Grace watched her leave, completely bewildered. He slowly stood up and brushed himself off. He looked like a storm had passed through unexpectedly: his hair and clothes were mussed, his cheeks were bright red, the corners of his eyes were wet from laughing.Ā
As he walked over to the sink to grab some water, he noticed something in the window. He squinted, and then put his glasses back on.Ā
Carl waved at him from the security window, an amused smile on his face.Ā
"Gosh flipping darn it," Grace muttered, cheeks aflame again.
Hey Kate! For a fic idea, perhaps you could have Grace saying gen z/alpha slang around his colleagues and it annoys Stratt/Carl (or both!) so much that they tackle him and start a tickle fight.
Another fic idea: Grace actually being the ler for once and pinning Stratt during a spar/wrestle match. While I do enjoy the lee content for Grace I also think he has much potential as a ler.
That's all I have to say, have a great day! Remember to rest and hydrate! š
hi, thanks for the ideas!
i like the gen z slang thing lol. i might do something like that soon ;)
She'll stop tkling him for, like, ten seconds because she needs to type something, and this absolute puppy of a man will actually POUT at the loss of attention, he's such a brat(/silly)
It's okay guys she enjoys it too, it's just physically unfeasible to tell š„¹
Anyway, nonchalant ler!Stratt my beloved, also it's 3am so I'm prolly gonna- š“š“š“š“
Discovery of Culprits (4772 words) by greatleekate
Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types, Iron Lung (2026), David Szymanski's Iron Lung - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace, Adrian (Project Hail Mary) & The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), Adrian (Project Hail Mary) & The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung) & Ryland Grace & Rocky, Ryland Grace & Rocky, Adrian/Rocky (Project Hail Mary)
Characters: Adrian (Project Hail Mary), Rocky (Project Hail Mary), The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), Ryland Grace
Additional Tags: The Convict | Simon Has PTSD (Iron Lung), Ryland Grace Has Panic Attacks, Ryland Grace is So Whipped, Ryland Grace is Bad at Feelings, The Convict | Simon Needs a Hug (Iron Lung), Touch-Starved, Starvation
Summary:
A convict appears in Eridās orbit with little to no scientific explanation. A scientist rises to the challenge.
Two light years away, a scientist and an engineer push through the final leg of their journey home.
