I can't believe I'm even making this post, but today I have posted my 100th fic on ao3!
To celebrate, I've written a special fic that is made up of 100 drabbles weaved together to create one complete story. I hope you take time to check it out! Click below to read!
100 Reasons I Love Sebastian: A List by Sam - Annetastic - Stardew Valley (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Summary:
Sam has 100 reasons to love Sebastian, and he tells him all about them!
Excerpt:
"Do you really have examples for each one?" Seb asked incredulously, his cheeks turning pink.
"Of course I do," Sam laughed. "And I'm going to share them all. Here, hand me my phone."
I've also posted a companion piece in which Sam shares a shorter version of his list:
Sam's List - Annetastic - Stardew Valley (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
I want to say a special thank you to everyone who has supported me along the way, whether by reading or by leaving kudos or comments. I wouldn't have made it this far without everyone's support and encouragement!
I'm doing something special for my 100th fic on AO3: writing a crossover between my two most beloved fandoms, Disney's Beauty and the Beast and Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice!
It's probably going to be titled "Bennets and the Beast," and it's definitely going to be extremely self-indulgent, as a treat to myself. I'm putting so many things in there that I like. It's got sappy romantic fluff, mutual pining, Elizabeth and Darcy having sex, Belle and Beast having sex, a monster hating himself, a monster learning to love himself, hair touching, growling, banter, cameos from other Austen novels...
This snippet from chapter 1 gives you a taste of the story's premise:
They halted at a large, dark door, and Cogsworth rapped on it. "Entrer," came a deep voice from within.
Belle and Cogsworth stepped inside. A low fire burning in the grate was the only source of light in the room. At first, Belle was certain no one was within the room, despite the voice she had heard. But then she heard the voice again.
"Une femme?" rumbled out from the curtains across the room.
Belle squinted in the direction from which it had come. She thought at first the curtains flanked a window, black with the night sky beyond, but as her eyes adjusted to the dim light she could see that there was actually an alcove set behind them. The curtains were open, but their position hanging at the front of the alcove prevented the light from the fire from entering, so she could only make out a large black shape inside the tiny, dark nook.
Oh, this was just like something out of a gothic novel! She could not help but think of the rumor that the Beast was composed entirely of shadows. Not that she believed something so fantastical, but a thrill nevertheless buzzed through her to know that the mass of shadow so close before her was truly him!
"Curtsy," Cogsworth hissed at her out of the corner of his mouth.
She quickly did so. "Bonsoir, monsieur le duc, and please forgive me for speaking English, but my French is very poor, I'm afraid. I am Miss Isabelle Bennet. I have come on behalf of my brother Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, who is attending to his injured wife, my sister."
"Has the surgeon been to see her?" the deep voice asked.
Belle thought it was rather odd that he had not introduced himself, but was gratified at his apparent concern for her sister, so dismissed it. "Yes, thank you, monsieur, and also her maid, Anne, who was more badly injured." Elizabeth had dislocated her shoulder, but it had already been put right again, and now would simply need rest to regain strength in the limb. Anne, however, had struck her head hard upon the glass of the carriage window, and the surgeon had said it could take some weeks for her to be hale again, and that she ought not to be moved at all if it could be helped. The men riding on the outside of the carriage had only minor injuries, thankfully, and no one had been hurt by the wolves, which had scattered when the driver fired the rifle.
"I suppose that means you will be staying here for quite some time," he said with barely disguised displeasure in his voice.
"If you would allow it, monsieur le duc, yes, we would be most grateful for your hospitality while they recover. Anne, you see, hit her head—"
"I don't care what happened," he said, and Belle's mouth dropped open in shock at the unfeeling incivility of saying such a thing. "You may stay as long as required, and every thing you have need of will be provided to you. Just ask Cogsworth, and he will get it for you or arrange whatever is necessary. Meals will be sent to your rooms. You may go where you wish within the palace during the day, but must keep to your rooms at night, and are never to enter the west wing at any time—that is strictly forbidden. Is that all?"
Belle's instinctive curiosity had her ask, "What's in the wes—"
"It's forbidden," he said sharply.
All enthusiasm to meet this horrid man had vanished. "I…" It took Belle a moment to find her voice after such abrupt, appalling treatment. He was treating them more like prisoners than guests! "Will you be requiring our company during our stay?"
"No. I do not wish to be in your company with you or your party at all."
She gave him an angry smile. "How fortunate that we are in complete agreement on that point."
"What?" the duke said in a growling sort of voice.
"You heard what I said," she replied, and turned toward the door without a parting curtsy or word, opening it herself before Cogsworth could do so for her.
It was not until Belle was back with Darcy that she had cooled enough to realize she might have made a grave mistake. "He said we could stay as long as required…but I am afraid I was short with him, and now I wonder if he might order us to leave in retaliation for my ingratitude." Her stomach sunk at the idea, and she chided herself for being so reckless and impulsive.
She recounted the entire conversation to Darcy. "I do not understand how a duke, a man of such position, who must have had an impeccable upbringing, can have such appalling manners!" she exclaimed when she was through.
He arched his brows at her. The combination sounded all too familiar to him.
I'm excited about this fic, and I hope this snippet makes you excited about it too! Writing is a whole lot more fun when I have other people to enjoy the story with. Thanks to all my readers for their support in getting me to 100 fics on AO3 💕
ok yall i posted yesterday about coming up on my 100th fic and my lovely friends have given several prompts for a poll. what would ya like? this will be buck/tommy. :)
what angsty BT hurt/comfort should i write for my 100th?
Natural disaster
Presumed dead
Trapped with time running out
Lost in the [sea/desert/mountains]
Haunting/Curse
Blast from the (tragic) past
*congrats whoever you are girlie, idk you and idc*
Voting ended onAug 3, 2025
tagging said instigators - @typicalopposite @30somethingautisticteacher @judymarch15 @nine-one-wanton @herrmannhalsteadproduction
Yesterday a milestone was hit as the Murderbot/Gurathin, MB/G, Murderathin ship reached:
100 fics on AO3!
I really feel I should let off some fireworks—but instead here’s a sparkler drawing a heart ❤️, actually rather on-brand for the pair
For the record the first ever MB/G fic was the AMAZING The Long Emergency, published 7th March 2021 which makes it a gap of 1,200 days between that and Security, published 19th June 2024
My first MB/G fic was Unreciprocated, in which Murderbot and Gurathin are never in the same room…and my most recent fic is Top Ten Signs They’re Secretly Into You in which they are also never in the same room!
Nice to see some things don’t change!
Anyway—happy summer solstice if you’re in the northern hemisphere, winter solstice if you’re in the southern! Which is very Murderathin in vibe…
I need attention, I don't care who its from...
Baby, you know, I don't like to be alone.
Love me or Hate me, I just don't care
Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Max Mayfield, Neil Hargrove
Rating: Explicit- Violence
TW: Child abusive, homophobic language, violence
Tags: Billy Hargrove centered, numb Billy, fighting, unhealthy ways of dealing with stress, the homoeroticism of Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington, enemies to friends?, Not really a slash because I wasn't planning on continuing this but meh I might, Eddie Munson & Billy Hargrove
Preview:
“Yo! Harrington! What the fuck are you doing!?”
“Back the fuck off Hargrove,” Steve growls, not even casting a look Billy’s way as he hurtles another. It explodes instantly upon impact.
“Dude, stop!” Billy charges forward, hand up to protect his eyes from the shrapnel about to be projected his way. “Fuck, stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Or me. Billy’s able to smack the next bottle out of Steve’s hands and onto the grass before it can shatter.
“That’s the point dipshit!” Steve shouts in his face, so loud and with so much anger Steve loses his footing and falls hard onto the pile of broken shards. Instead of screaming in agony like any sane person would, he just lets out a pleased laugh that is borderline hysterical. “Just leave me the fuck alone man…”
“You’re upset, fine. But don’t do this shit. You’re gonna get someone else hurt.” Billy huffs. He pulls Steve off the manufactured landmine and moving them into the grass.
By the time they reach it Steve is slapping Billy’s hands off of him.
“Since when do you give a fuck about anyone but yourself?”
And the comment stings worse than Neils slurs. Because fuck you Harrington.
“Eat shit. You don’t know me.”
“Yeah? And whose fault is that?” He fires back hotly.
Billy’s eyebrows pull together trying to figure out what he’s talking about.
Steve huffs in frustration.
“Just leave me alone.”
*AN and with this little one shot we have officially posted 100 works on ao3!!!!!!!
