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Fandom: Project Hail Mary x Iron Lung (Bloodymary)
Word Count: 2542
Lee!Grace, Ler!Simon
Summary: Grace is being a little shit and won't go to sleep, so Simon tries to make a deal using a game that Grace taught him.
AN: Originally put in a request for a fic with this premise... But I don't think it's being used, so I'm doing it myself :3
“Simon Simon Simon!”
Simon immediately looked away from the screen of the projection room, alert instantly. He scrambled to his feet, already in front of Rocky’s xenonite ball.
“What?? What happened??”
“Calm! Simon dramatic.”
Simon huffed softly. “Well you sounded panicked. You can’t do that and expect me to not freak out a little bit.”
“Dramatic,” Rocky repeated.
Simon dragged his hand—his real one—down his face, his words muffled slightly. “Okay, what’s the matter?” he asked through a sigh.
“Grace being stupid. Grumpy. Angry. Mostly stupid.”
“Are you just wanting to insult him or is there a real problem here?”
“Not sleep! Stupid because no sleep! Rocky no can convince. Simon Grace mate, so Simon convince!” Rocky explained.
“Is he ever gonna learn to go to s— Wait. Mate? Rocky, he— He’s not my mate.”
“Mate. Simon Grace in denial.”
“I’m gonna mute your translator.”
“Again. Dramatic. Go get Grace sleep!”
“Fine. Just— drop the mate shit, okay? We’re just friends,” Simon tried again.
“Denial!” Rocky said as he scurried away.
Simon sighed. It’d taken a while for Simon and Grace’s interactions to not be awkward anymore, even longer for them to actually become friends. He didn’t want Rocky to ruin that with all his ‘mate’ talk. It’s not like he hadn’t… considered it before. But there were far too many risks there. If anything went wrong… Well, they were stuck on a small ship with a blunt alien who wouldn’t make things any easier.
Sure, he caught Grace staring sometimes, but that was just because he was a scientist. Of course Simon was interesting to him with all his… mutations. And the times he sought out Simon to talk or hang out was just because they were friends, and Grace hadn’t had any human contact in who-knows-how-long. The times Grace comforted and held Simon after his nightmares? That was just Grace being Grace. He wouldn’t just let someone suffer without trying to comfort them.
So yeah. It was too risky to consider something that was so likely to go wrong.
He headed to the lab, where Grace was hunched over a microscope. Even with the discovery of… whatever it was that killed and threatened stars (Astro something?) and its predator (some kind of amoeba), they still fascinated Grace to an extreme amount. He was constantly studying it, and it was cute how invested he was.
Wait. Cute? No, not cute. Just… Never mind.
“Rocky’s on my ass about getting you to bed. When was the last time you slept?” Simon asked, his arms crossed as he leaned back against the table.
“Uh… It hasn’t been too long,” Grace answered. He looked up from the microscope, meeting Simon’s eyes with a smile. The smile he always gave when he talked with Simon, the one he loved to see.
Simon raised a brow, giving him a look that screamed ‘Really?’.
Grace cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, fine. …About three days?”
“Uh— Three days?? We went to bed at the same time the past two nights. The fuck did you do, wait till I fell asleep then snuck out?”
Grace gave his own look, one that very sheepishly said ‘Maybe?’.
Simon huffed through his nose softly, shaking his head. “Alright, c’mon,” he said as he walked by Grace and grabbed his arm to pull him away.
“Si! I’m close to another breakthrough!” Grace nearly whined.
“You always say that.”
Grace pulled his arm out of Simon’s grip. “I’m fine, I’m a fully grown adult—”
“Okay, then act like one and go to sleep at a decent fuckin’ time, and maybe I wouldn’t have to drag your ass to bed every night.” Even as he berated him, concern laced his voice through the growl in his voice.
“Simon, really. I’ll live.” Grace sat down in his chair, taking his glasses off and hooking them onto his shirt.
“Simon says.”
Grace snickered, “Simon, that’s not how it works.”
Ever since Grace had told Simon about the game ‘Simon Says’ from back on Earth… Yeah, Simon abused it often. How could he not? There was a whole game centered around doing what he said!
“Simon says it is.”
“Well, Grace says it isn’t. And Grace also says that he gets more time to study the Taumoeba.”
“It’s not called ‘Grace Says’. And the tow-moeba will be there in the morning.”
“Taumoeba. I’m not going to sleep yet,” he said as he turned around in his chair.
“...I’ll make you a deal.”
That got Grace’s attention, and after a moment, he swiveled right back around. “I’m listening.”
“I’m liking this Simon Says thing—”
“Really? I never would’ve guessed.”
“Shut up. It’s funny. So… We’ll keep it nice and simple. We’ll play a round. You win, I’ll let you work till you drop. You lose, and you go to bed. Deal?”
Grace raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? What’s the catch?”
Simon could barely keep the smirk off of his face as he held up his hands. “No catch. I swear.”
“...Okay. Deal.”
“Perfect.”
In all honesty, this probably wasn’t the best idea on Simon’s part. He knew the basic premise of the game, of course. But he’d only learned it a few days ago. He didn’t know if there were specific strategies or ways to throw Grace off. Meanwhile, Grace had several years of playing this game. …Maybe? He didn’t actually know how often people played it. Was it just children? Or was it a sport? Either way, his point still stood; Grace was much more familiar with this game than Simon was, so logically, this wasn’t the best idea.
However… Simon was, unbeknownst to Grace, giving himself an advantage.
“Simon says… Stand up.”
Grace stood up, his hands in his pockets. “You’re gonna make me humiliate myself.” It wasn’t even a question.
A small smirk crept onto Simon’s face. “I never said that.”
“You didn’t not say it.”
Simon shrugged slightly. “Raise your right hand.”
Grace didn’t move a muscle.
“Simon says… Do a handstand.” The idea was random, but he had to give Grace the illusion of this being normal.
“A handstand?? Simon, do you want me to die??”
Simon just shrugged again with a smug grin. “I mean, you can always just give up so we can go to bed…”
Grace gave him a dead-pan look. But he placed his glasses on the table and stretched out his arms, hyping himself up. Simon was doing his best not to laugh, though he was truthfully ready to catch or steady Grace… just in case.
Grace raised his hands and flipped into a handstand, actually managing to stick it for a few seconds. His shirt fell down to his shoulders, and Simon’s eyes widened slightly. He forced himself to look away from any exposed skin—he wasn’t a creep. He cleared his throat, ignoring the sudden warmth on his face. But then Grace began tilting forward slightly, trying to walk on his hands to keep himself upright.
“Shit!” Simon stepped forward and grabbed Grace’s legs. He chuckled as he helped get Grace’s feet back down on the ground and grabbed his arm to hoist him up. “Didn’t even last four seconds.”
“Shut up, that wasn’t voluntary!” Grace shoved Simon paired with laughter of his own.
“Woah, Simon never said to shove!”
“That’s not how it works!”
“Fine, fine. …Simon says lay down.” Finally his plan was going into action.
“Uh… weird, but okay.” Grace laid down on the ground with his hands folded over his stomach.
Simon’s laughter had faded, his smirk returning and taking over. “Simon says put your arms above your head.”
Grace seemed confused, but reluctantly followed directions.
“Now, Simon says keep ‘em up there.”
“This better not be what I think it is. …Simon, do not!” Giggles already began spilling from Grace’s lips just from Simon taking a knee next to him.
“What?? I haven’t even dohohohone anything!” Simon chuckled.
“Yet!”
“Hey, you can always just put your arms down so we can go to bed.” Simon grinned as he straddled Grace’s hips. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was damn proud of himself for this idea.
“...You suck.”
“What was that?” he asked, reaching out to run his nails up and down Grace’s side. He let out a squeak and tried to curl his body away without moving his arms, burying his face into his right one.
“Sihihihihimon! This isn’t— fahahahahahahair!”
“Seems pretty fair to me. You agreed to play.”
“You sahHAHAID— thahahahat thehehehere WAHAHAhahsn’t a cahahahahahahatch!!”
“Yeah… I lied,” Simon said without even a hint of shame in his voice. How could he feel bad when Grace just looked so damn cute?
“Yohohohohou SOHOHOhohon of a bihihiscuihihihihit!!”
“Language, Angel,” Simon chuckled, knowing damn well he was being a hypocrite.
“You— Yohohohohou say thehehehehe f-wohohohohord— EHEHEHEHEVERY HOHOHOHOHOUR!” Grace squealed and arched his back as Simon buried his very bearded face into Grace’s tummy and blew a raspberry right below his belly button. Grace was holding onto his blond hair, tugging it in his attempt to keep his arms up.
“Don’t rip your hair out,” Simon chuckled as he sat back up.
“Dohohon’t— act like ihihihihihit’s not yohohohohohour fault!” Grace retorted through residual giggles.
“My fault? You’re the one who agreed to play the game. And right now, Simon says keep your arms up. Simon also says… don’t laugh.”
“What!? Si—” Grace shut his mouth immediately when Simon began drawing slow, torturous circles in the scientist’s armpits. Simon watched as Grace buried his face into the side of his arm in an attempt to muffle any giggles.
“Remember what happens if you lose,” Simon teased with a smile, laughing when Grace squealed behind closed lips because he was now tickling along the blond’s neck. He could feel Grace’s feet pounding against the ground underneath him, which did nothing in his favor.
When one hand scratched behind his ear with the other one scratching at his tummy, he finally dropped his arms and started trying to push Simon off. “OKAHAHAHAHAY o— ohKAHAHAHAHAHAY! I GIHIHIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUHUP— SIHIHIHIHMohohoHOHON!!”
“I dunno… I think I gotta make sure you’re fully tuckered out.” Simon grinned, reaching back and squeezing up and down Grace’s thighs. Grace squealed once more, grabbing onto Simon’s legs while his own thrashed and kicked.
“Geez, Ryland, nearly kicked me!”
“IHIHIHIHIHIHI’M— sohohoHOHOHORRYHYHYHYHY!!”
“Nope, that’s a punishable offense. And you, Sir Savior… have been sentenced to more raspberries,” he said gravely, as though he’d just condemned Grace to death. He began slowly, oh-so-slowly, leaning downwards.
“NO! No no no Sihihihihihi— we can talk ahahahahabout— THIHIHIHIHISAHAHAHA SIHIHIHIMOHOHOHON—!”
Simon’s face was currently buried into the side of Grace’s neck, his own face a bit hot from the proximity.
C’mon, Butcher, get a grip. You’re just tickling him, get your mind out of the gutter.
If Grace had the same thoughts, he was far too preoccupied with the raspberries Simon was blowing over and over again. The side of his neck, the back of his ear, his shoulders, his collarbone, making sure to use his beard to contribute. Grace was shrieking and laughing, back arching as he held onto Simon’s shoulders.
Simon gave him a final raspberry on the inside of Grace’s collarbone before finally pulling away slightly—the sight made him melt. Grace’s hair and shirt were disheveled, his face red and his eyes closed as he took in air through residual giggles.
“You okay, Angel?” Simon asked, his voice softer.
“Y— Yeheheheah…” Grace giggled, opening his eyes to look up at Simon. …Which was when Simon realized he was probably a little too close. They gazed at each other in flustered shock before Simon cleared his throat and sat up fully.
“Good. That’s— Good. C’mon, it’s time to get you in bed.” Simon stood up, crossing his arms as he smiled fondly down at Grace.
“Nooooo…” Grace rubbed his face, yawning.
Simon chuckled. “Seems like the tickling did a good job of tiring you out, huh?”
“Shut up.”
The brunet extended a xenonite hand to help Grace up, who took it gratefully. Simon hauled him up, and wow, did Grace look exhausted. He looked dead on his feet.
“...Alright,” Simon muttered to himself before scooping Grace up in a bridal carry.
“Woah—!” Grace exclaimed, holding onto Simon’s shoulders. “Simon, I can walk.”
“Yeah, but you looked about two seconds away from face planting, so I’m saving you from a broken nose and a pissed off Rocky.” He stayed put for another second in case Grace actually wanted down… but instead of protesting, he just closed his eyes and hesitantly rested his head on Simon’s shoulder.
Was that… no, no. That blush was just residual from the tickling. It had to be. Simon’s, however? …What blush? There’s no blush. None.
Simon walked to the sleeping quarters, admittedly struggling a bit with getting down the ladder while holding Grace. But he could feel the blond dozing off, and he’d be damned if he made him get up.
After a bit of struggling (and nearly slipping a few times), Simon made it down. He laid Grace down in his bed, smiling softly and pulling the blanket over him. He gave his friend one last longing look before turning to leave. But Grace’s voice made him stop in his tracks.
“Si?”
Simon whipped around. “Yeah?”
“...Can… you stay?” he asked, his words a bit slurred from sleepiness and his eyes only halfway open.
“...Huh?” Did he hear him right?
“One of the reasons I haven’t been sleeping… is because I’ve been getting nightmares.”
Simon’s brows furrowed. He knew all too well about nightmares. “About what?”
“...The beetles. That they… never made it back to Earth. I— I keep seeing my friends…”
Simon sighed softly. “Why didn’t you tell me? Fuckin’ idiot,” he said affectionately.
“I didn’t wanna worry you.” Grace yawned.
“You’re not worrying me, dumbass.” Simon hesitated before gently carding his fingers through Grace’s hair.
Grace leaned into it, sighing softly.
“I’m sure the beetles made it back. Hell, you sent four of ‘em. What’re the chances that they all didn’t make it? Don’t answer that question,” Simon said when he saw Grace start to open his mouth. “It’s not your responsibility anymore, Ry. You did your part. You did all you needed to do, and you were fuckin’ awesome while doing it. Okay?”
A soft grumble in response.
“Okay?” Simon repeated, moving to lightly scratch behind Grace’s ear.
Grace snorted softly, giggling and curling up. “Okahahahahay, okay!”
Simon snickered softly and retracted his hand. “But, to answer your question… Yeah. I’ll stay with you.” He crawled in bed with Grace, giving him as much space as he could. But when Grace cuddled up with him, oh, all willpower shattered. How could he not cuddle back?
Grace exhaled softly, face nuzzled the slightest bit into Simon’s chest. “...Night, Si…”
Simon smiled. Maybe it was because of the shock that wow Grace wants this too, maybe it was the fact that Grace had been getting nightmares, maybe it was because Simon was tired as well… But he softly placed a kiss to the top of Grace’s head, really hoping he wouldn’t regret it later.
“Goodnight, Angel.”
For the first time in a week, Grace slept nightmare-free.
Lowkey if anyone is still into supernatural and in the t-word community, imagine Sam pinning you down and Dean is like sitting next to you and Sam is like reading out facts about some cursed creature and how to defeat it as ‘training’ and every time you get an answer wrong, he gives Dean a look and Dean just tickles you till you get the obvious right answer. Then repeat till you know what to do on the next hunt
This has probably been thought of before since the show has been out for a bajillion years but whatevs
|| AN: i love sick fics …. im in my prime 😼 another request so ask at the bottom as always yay !!!!
Erid was an amazing planet, to no one’s surprise. And as much as you couldn’t get enough of it, god forbid you get bored once and a while.
Ryland is teaching his classes most mornings. ..And afternoons. And sometimes longer. Most of the time you’re helping him, not so much as another teacher [though, you’re sure you could at this point], but just helping with materials or examples. Emphasis on the last one, the amount of times Ryland has randomly pulled you in to be used as a visual, you swear…
But sometimes you’re not. Sometimes he’s busy, and sometimes you have to be on your own. And that’s fine! It’s not like you can’t take care of yourself. Because you can. Just.. maybe sometimes you forget some things, that’s all.
The ocean you and Ryland live across from - [because Ryland thinks you’re too young to live by yourself, and maybe he’s right] - is beautiful, but, it truly is never a good temperature. It’s either freezing cold or boiling hot. But you caught it at a good time! It was a level up from so-cold-you’re-gonna-die temperature today! So, you took advantage while Ryland was gone.
You’re starting to regret the impulse swim, especially when your entire body aches.
You don’t flinch anymore when the front door shuts, used to the familiar noise now. You can easily recognise the sound of Ryland’s footsteps and the sound of him tossing his coat.
You would get up to see what he was doing, to ask how his class went, but your bones feel heavy and the line between sleep and wake feel too blurry to tell the difference from.
Yes, maybe you were a little sick. What did you expect after getting your hair wet then proceeding to sit in the cold? You got used to that spaceship, and now you’re suffering as if it’s your fault! [..Which, it is, but, still.] But, you’ll be fine.
Maybe you drifted off after all, because the next thing that comes to your attention is feeling Ryland staring at you from the hall. “What do you want..?” You grumble groggily, pushing your face back into the pillow.
“Its barely sunset, kiddo. You have a big day?” He smiles, gesturing to the simulated orange sky out the opened window. He moves to sit on the edge of your bed, resting a hand on your shoulder.
“Mmhmm..” You hum lazily. Truthfully?.. Not really. But the inability to knock this head-hurting sleepy feeling made it hard to explain.
He hums softly in response, hand slowly shifting up to thread through your hair. He frowns after a second, pressing the back of his fingers to your forehead. “You’re warm.” He comments, voice blunt. “Like.. Too warm.”
“what’re ’ou talkin about..” You slur with a groan, finally waking up enough to sit up. Or, attempt - the closest you got was propping yourself up on your elbows before Ryland held a hand to your back.
“Hey, hey, easy.” He insisted, voice carrying the worry across. “You’re burning up.. I told you not to go swimming today. Adrian and Rocky are still working on making it warmer for you.”
You simply hum again, just barely holding back an eye roll as you crash back into your mattress. “I didn’t.”
“You’re a liar.” He huffs out a laugh, the hand on your back rubbing small circles. “Try and sleep it off, okay?”
You barely got to agree before sleep overtook. You managed to doze off pretty fast, to your own surprise. When you awake next, you wish your sleep had lasted longer than those couple hours, because you only feel worse.
You let out a noise between a whine and groan, trying to simply will yourself to go back to sleep. Not happening, much to your demise.
Before you could have a coherent thought of getting up, Ryland turned around the doorframe and leant against the wood. “Wow, you sound happy.” He murmured sarcastically, stepping in. “Sleeping it off didn’t work, I'm guessing?”
“You guessed correctly. Now, leave me to die, or something.” You huff sarcastically, not bothering to open your eyes up again.
“Please don’t say that in front of Rocky. He already freaked out when I told him you weren’t feeling well.” He almost shudders at the thought, a chuckle leaving his lips after. “Speaking of.. he’s working on something to help you with Adrian. And probably a lot of other Eridians he dragged into it. He was worried about you, y'know."
You perk up at that, rolling onto your back to look at the roof. “I’ll talk to him soon..” You say in a mumble, “When I can think straight.”
“I know.” Ryland winced sympathetically, walking over and plonk down next to you on the bed. “Move over, let me keep you company.”
“I’m gonna get you sick.” You complain, but do as you're told, moving over to the other side.
“Thats okay. I don’t mind.” He spoke low, folding the blanket down to your lower back to help you cool down. The fever wasn’t threatening, but it was enough to spike concern. Better to stay ahead.
“You will..” You shift to lay on your stomach faced away from his gaze, arms resting under your head. A sigh leaves your lips, holding back a small wine of discomfort. Your head seriously feels like it’s going to pound out of your head in a minute.
“It’s okay.” He repeats behind you, like he can sense it, that familiar hand landing onto your back again.
“I don’t feel good.” You grumble, head leaning to rest on the other side to be able to look up at Ryland.
“I know.” He replied softly, easily.
“This sucks.” You emphasise, eyes narrowing.
“I know.” He matches your tone dramatically, and you can’t help but let a small press onto your lips.
“There we go! I like that look a lot better on you.” He grins, and shifts closer. “Seriously. Let me take your mind off it.”
“I don’t think you can.”
“Give it a chance. Think, what can I do to help?”
And you do think, but, the only thing that comes to mind is.. Well, either going to go check progress with Rocky, or.. That. And, fuck, it was embarrassing to admit, but maybe a few tickles wouldn’t make it worse. And you don’t exactly feel like he’s going to let you get out of bed.
You simply look up at him, cheeks flushing up easily. [From the fever or the thought? Either would work.] “..Uhm..” You blink, before shaking your head. “I dunno, Ry.”
“You’re a liar.” He mimicked his previous words, leaning closer to your ears. Ryland’s voice was low and knowing and all too teasing. “You can say it.”
“I don’t want to, though.” You almost laugh, smiling nervously into the pillow.
“Fine. Only because I’m feeling merciful.” He lays back down on his side next to you, the hand on your back rubbing slow circles. “Just breathe, okay? It’ll aaaallll pass.” He spoke in a murmur, too gentle to make you do anything other than fall into mush. His hand slides up to your shoulder blades, before one finger scratches down your spine.
You don’t bother holding back the mumbled giggles, melting into the touch with a big smile. Ryland practically cooed at you, nails trailing to wherever they could reach. They settled at one of your sides, lightly spidering over the back. “Is this okay?” He asks, because he always asks.
“Mmph- Ry, c’mohohon..” You jerk away on reflex, pushing your face fully into the pillow with muffled giggles. “Ihihi- It’s fine.”
“Only fine? Oh, I think we can do better than that, yeah?” He shifts to sit up to the side of you, now two hands trailing up your skin. You shiver, shoulders rolling back with a giddy squirm.
“Dont worry, don’t worry.. I’ll go extra easy this time.” He hummed, “Whatever you want, okay? Just wanna help.”
He traces your shoulder blades, blunt nails scritching your upper back to your neck. You’re nothing if not a bundle of uncontrollable giggles, shaking your head into the pillow. “Fuhuck..” You let slip, only resulting in a deeper scribble to that spot.
“Hey! Language. Just because I’m being nice doesn’t mean you get to swear.” Ryland holds back a chuckle of endearment, just barely clawing down both sides of your torso. He runs his finger tips back over your hips and sides, and it’s no short of a distraction.
“Rocky will be coming back real soon with something for you. You don't even have to dwell on it in the meantime, either! I got you, kid. Especially like this.” He rambles on, hands not stopping for even a moment. He switches spots rapidly, no letting you get used to anything he does.
“Dohont start!” You manage to get out, heels softly kicking against the bedding to cope. He simply chuckles, tilting his head even if you couldn’t see. “What, you don’t like me teasing you? That’s a shame, because I love it. It makes you all different kinds of giggly, you know that? If I lean in reeeaaal close, and just whisper, like this? Tktktktktktktk--“
You practically squeal when his hands sneak underneath you to get at your stomach and squeeze, scrunching your ear away from his voice. “Grace!”
“What's up? Oh, sorry, too much? Is someone too ticklish for their own good? A shame, really.” He shakes his head in faked disappointment, slipping his hands out to slow down. “Poor thing. It’s not like you asked for this, or anything.”
“Hoholy… mmhph-“ The words about to come out of your mouth were going to be something Ryland would scold you for again, so, instead you pressed a hand over your own lips. “Noho words.”
“None at all?” He asks with a smile, “I’m just that good, huh? I’ll have to live up to my title, then. But, I do need at least a couple words. How’re you feeling?”
His hands still, one dropping and the other resting on your back. You breathe slowly, catching your breath. Weirdly enough, you didn’t feel worse. infact, you felt lighter. “..Uhm.. Good enough, I think. I think could still use those meds, though.” You shrug, shifting to lay on your back.
“You’ll get them.” Ryland nods, leaning to card a hand through your hair. His fingers brush over your ears, back and forth, and end up at the side of your jaw, and you easily fall back into giggles.
“Dont worry, I'm playing nice. ..This time.” He chuckles along with you, “Try and sleep some more. By the time you wake up, we’ll have something for you.”
He kept it soft, but that stupid smile would not wipe off your face. Maybe that’s because every time it would, you felt Ryland’s hand brush over somewhere sensitive.
It was lulling, rhythmic. You would ruin that smug ass look on his face if it wasn’t so nice.
i LOVE putting up a fight before being tickled man 🫣
Nothing makes my heart race more than desperately pushing someones hands away with a little "nononono." while trying to fight the smile on my face AHHHH😵💫
