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Escape Velocity by PainAltar
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types
08 Jun 2026
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Grace is dying. He and Rocky have made it all the way to Erid, but getting an emaciated, malnourished, mentally fragile Ryland Grace down to a planet designed to kill him is not a simple feat. Rocky desperate to bring his friend home with him, but Grace himself might become the biggest obstacle to seeing that dream realized.
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19 Jun 2026
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Cuddle Buddy by ChocolateSyrup
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
04 May 2026
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"Hey...can I ask you something kind of weird?"
"Shoot," Rocky says, his voice sounding amused. "But not actually shoot."
Grace wants to laugh at the joke (he's been getting better at joking and sarcasm) but instead he swallows, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the blanket. The ache from earlier at the classroom, the beach, the constant invisible wall feels closer tonight.
"What does it feel like... to touch you?" he asks. "I mean, if we could. Your carapace. Your claws. What would it feel like to me?"
Rocky is quiet for a long beat. When he sings again, his melody is thoughtful and gentle.
"Hard. Rocky, like name. Like...strong stone that is alive. My claws are sharp but careful. My body pulses a little when I am happy. Like singing Grace can feel instead of hear." He pauses, then adds with a soft, almost shy trill, "What does human skin feel like, question? To me, I wonder."
He imagines it.
In his mind, the xenonite shell vanishes.
Or: Grace is touch starved and Rocky wants to make it better
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leave a light on. by bonebroth
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
07 May 2026
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'Why born sick?'
Parent touches the circle on their arm. They do that a lot when they're sad.
'Parent and mate not supposed to have clutch. Tried many times, but cells didn't fix selves. Finally, Parent fix. Was enough for little while, but was not enough.'
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- Part 1 of the shape of light & sound.
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09 Jun 2026
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what exists beyond, beyond, beyond by tardigradeschool
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
16 May 2026
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"Many stages in Eridian reproductive process. Rocky Adrian laying cycles finally sync up recently. So, Rocky Adrian think finally time for eggs. Adrian lay five eggs, very good. Only, strange thing happen. Rocky only lay one egg."
“Oh,” I say. “That’s unusual, right?”
"Very," Rocky hums.
My throat tightens. "Does that mean there's something wrong? Are you sick?"
Rocky makes a gesture I usually interpret as "not exactly". "Not sick," he says. "But doctors still worry. When Eridian start to make fewer eggs, this usually means laying period of life is over soon. Rocky very young for this. Rocky supposed to be in ideal time of life for laying. Rocky younger than Adrian, even." He shifts on three of his feet. Already, my mind is racing ahead, wondering -- "Doctors told Rocky to ask Grace, is this radiation side effect, question?"
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps by Alex_Ly05
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
25 May 2026
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On Erid, Ryland Grace has spent decades building a new life among the Eridians beside his closest friend, Rocky. But while humans grow old, Eridians do not understand aging the same way—and for the first time, Rocky is forced to confront the terrifying idea of losing someone he loves.
As Grace begins to reflect on time, death, and the life he left behind, the two friends find themselves facing a truth neither science nor logic can solve: some bonds become so deeply woven into our existence that even the thought of absence feels unbearable.