An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace Characters: Ryland Grace, Rocky (Project Hail Mary), The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), Ava (Iron Lung), David (Iron Lung), Adrian (Project Hail Mary), some original tertiary characters Additional Tags: Post-Canon, for both universes, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, eventually, Cosmic Horror, Science Fiction, Slow Burn, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, religious trauma, Body Horror, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Blood (Iron Lung), Meet-Ugly, I know it's practically cliche at this point but I love it so much okay, Bonding Over Trauma, Touch-Starved, Found Family, Ryland Grace and Rocky are Platonic Soulmates, Suicidal Thoughts, Religious Cults, Mental Health Issues, Eldritch Gods, The Enduring Power of the Human Spirit, Minor Character Death, Dubious Science, pilot simon supremacy, make simon smart you cowards, grace can get angry too as a treat, hope hope hope hope hope, we're smoking that hopium kids, i am not a scientist, I will do my best but there's gonna be a lot of handwavery Summary:
"Oh," Simon thought - and now he knew for certain that he was dying, because there were stars in the sky. Millions of them. More than he could count, stretching across the sky in thick bands; lush swirls of white and blue and purple and green. They were so bright. They were so beautiful. And they had been waiting here for him all this time. That was nice.
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Two years after arriving on Erid, Ryland Grace and Rocky were supposed to be done saving the world(s). But the moment they head back out into space, the universe keeps dropping the most irresistible mysteries into their laps: most recently, a man who claims to have crawled from an ocean of blood.
Simon had been prepared to die, he really had - but somehow, he's found himself in the hands of what may be the last beings in the world who aren't willing to let him. But it can never be so simple; his past, his world, and whatever he brought with him into this new one, will not let him go so easily.
