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Among the Fog by Kurage_Kum0
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
15 May 2026
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((Inspired by The Notebook)
He first saw her through fog.Before the stars. Before the Hail Mary mission. Before humanity called him a hero, Ryland Grace was just a nervous rich boy spending one summer in a small harbor town—and she was the sailor’s daughter painting oceans on the beach.
They fell in love recklessly. Youngly. Completely.
But love is harder when fear gets involved.
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The Ryland Grace Memorial Diner by holyflyingswisscheese
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
01 May 2026
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The Ryland Grace Memorial Diner sat between a construction site and a cluster of small apartments on the recovering streets of San Francisco.
It was founded in 1972, renamed in 2051, and in 2053, a statue of a schoolteacher was erected within its walls. Now, it attracted tourists and students alike, bright eyes and eager minds all competing for a view of Earth’s most beloved man in man’s most beloved habitat.
Or: A look at the people of the San Fran diner Grace goes to every morning for breakfast in the book.
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- Part 5 of Grace, Meet Futuristic Buzzfeed
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Bad dreams suck. Grace wakes up from a nightmare of being on the Hail Mary, which is utterly impossible, but his throat hurts like he really did have a tube pulled out of it.
Turns out, he wasn't the only one to have that dream. Which was even more impossible than him actually being on a ship that's not even fully built.
aka A movie react fic where everyone sees the film in dreams.
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- Part 1 of Dreaming Reality
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Hiro was so much like her. He was stubborn, he was intelligent, he was bright. A spitting replica, if not just for personality. So could he really be blamed for what he had chosen to do? He had motives; of couse...people always do. But his motives were good ones, surely? For him, at least. For others it was not suffice to say. For others, this whole thing would be a living nightmare. One they could not possibly wake up from. And for a young boy, with his whole life in front of him, it might even be an ordeal that he would not survive.
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“Do you want to put away Ellie’s things?" Tommy asks. "We can put them in the attic for now.”
“The hell would we do that for?” Joel lifts up his dead little girl’s shirt, rolls his eyes at the dirt stains that didn’t come out, and folds it neatly.
Tommy swallows. “Cause she died, Joel. And maybe it’s too hard right now to…” he cuts himself off. Joel isn’t listening anymore. He unfolds and refolds the same shirt, his eyes glassy. “Joel—”
“—You got the roster out for next month yet? Was hoping to get Ellie’s birthday week off, I’ve got plans.” He shakes his head. “16, jesus.”
Tommy drops it. Ellie keeps living.
Ellie is presumed dead. Joel doesn't react the way Tommy thought he would.
Written for Whumpter Day 16: Repressed Trauma
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- Part 3 of Whumptober 2025