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Lost and Found by MrJellyfish
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), The Gray Man (2022), The Fall Guy (2024)
20 May 2026
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Colt and Ryland led normal lives at first. Colt was a stuntman turned engineer and Ryland gained his PhD at a young age and was adept on molecular biology and chemistry. They were noticed and dragged in by the government for their infamy and intelligence. Forced to be agents, an unstoppable duo, missions became a normal part of their daily life. Colt hated it. Ryland just learned to put up with it. It wasn't until they were given a certain assignment in Dubai that they are slapped with some harsh realities and finally reuniting with an older brother after years of no contact.
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starburned and unkissed by bluemoonscape
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
24 Mar 2026
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Ignoring an obvious bid for Quinlan to get over his fear of planes after an unfortunate emergency landing on one of his solo trips, Quinlan shoves a clipboard in his hands. “Well, lucky for you, boredom ends here. You’ve got your work cut out for you. Ti told me to pass this on to you.”
Obi-Wan hums, swallowing a hot mouthful of tea and reaching for the reading glasses in his breast pocket. “New patient?”
“Been here about a week and he’s already cycled through three different counselors. No one knows what to do with him.”
Amusement sparkles in Obi-Wan’s chest. “Oh?” Anakin Skywalker, Age 20, Hair Color Brown, Eye Color Blue, On Venlafaxine and Mirtazapine… double whammy effort to nip major depression when nothing else does it. Poor kid. “Have you tried?”
“I threw my hat in the ring, actually. Shaak Ti was one of the three who tried to click with him, and she personally advised I stay out of this one. Said she thinks Skywalker and I share ‘strong personalities’ which is to say that I would just piss him off.”
Obi-Wan tries and fails to suppress a snort.
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Wake up, sunshine by NovaCaneWay
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026), Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types
27 Jun 2026
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It had been a long and difficult 27 years since the Hail Mary had launched. Not as terrible as it could have been, but not easy. Humanity had survived and adapted, as it always did. There had been terrible wars. There had been incredible acts of kindness. There had been massive scientific breakthroughs. And now, there were two distant blips of Petrova-light, picked up by the Deep Space Network, hurtling home. Two probes, braking hard as they hurtled toward Earth holding the secrets to its salvation. They were late, or at least, not very early, but they were here.
Grace may have made his peace with dying to save Rocky, but Rocky insists they return to Earth.
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“What are you talking about?” Grace's fingers played quick chords as he spoke. He didn’t even look as he did it, but it did not make them any less purposeful.
“Discussing possible reasons why Tau Ceti is not infected while other stars are,” Eva replied deftly. “I would invite you to join, but we were just finishing—”
“Oh, that’s easy.” His hand twisted a knob, and the notes came out sharper. “It is infected—Petrova Line and everything.”
In Grace's opinion, dreaming about time traveling is no excuse for getting out of practice with his Eridian. To the rest of the Petrova Taskforce, it seems a bit odd that their resident Astrophage expert has suddenly taken to carrying a keyboard around and playing it whenever he speaks. Eva Stratt resolves to figure out what is going on.
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The Songs and the Stories, the Lies and the Glories by leupagus for FlowersfortheMoon
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
11 Apr 2026
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"The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, bringing Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, seeing as how you're the king now." A look of anguish crossed his face. "Oh, hells, I shouldn't be calling you 'you,' should I? It's 'Your Grace.' Please don't take—"
Baelor resisted the urge to rest his hand against the lad's back, as one might soothe a skittish horse. "No offense was taken, ser."
"Thank you," Ser Duncan said, then immediately amended, "thank Your Grace...ness. Seven fucks, I'm getting another drink." And he whirled away into the throng before Baelor could say a word.