Title: The Crossness Monster
Author @bethmints Artist @alicetallula
Tags: Michael/Adam Milligan, Implied Castiel/Dean Winchester, AU - Victorian, Adam Milligan is So Done, Inspired by Jane Austen, Eldritch Horror, Romantic Comedy, Crack, POV Adam Milligan, Anachronistic
By day, Adam Milligan is a scholarship student at the esteemed London Hospital Medical College, and by night he hunts supernatural creatures all over the city. When he descends into the newly-built sewer tunnels at Crossness, he has a chance encounter with a bizarre creature.
His name is Michael, and he is an ancient being cursed to become only what is revealed to him. Whispered rumors among the nightmen reveal to him that he is a great, stinking, nightmarish, horrendous beast, but their nightly candlelight readings of Jane Austen novels also reveal within him an all-consuming desire to find love and be married. When Adam accidentally reveals his reflection to the creature, Michael finds in Adam a new physical form to adopt and an object of his most ardent affections.
An irreverent Midam romp through Victorian London, featuring an Adam who is completely done with his half-brothers’ bullshit and a Michael who speaks almost exclusively in Pride & Prejudice quotes.
Adam moves the mirror sharply away from the horrific eyes, catches the briefest glimpse of his own petrified face reflected in the glass, and drops it right out of his sweaty, shaking palm. It’s deafening, the sound of the mirror hitting the floor and shattering into pieces.
The beast stops inching towards him.
Adam’s life hangs in the silence.
He runs, as hard and fast as his legs will carry him. The sounds of his footfalls against wet brick are loud cracks in the quiet, like a blacksmith striking a hot iron.
A low, roaring gurgle comes from behind him as his feet pound against the ground. It’s drawing closer still—the beast is pursuing him again.
It takes Adam a moment to realize the gurgling noises are the beast’s voice. It’s speaking.
“Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!” it roars, garbled, and Adam can feel its hot breath, its open maw right behind him. The stench is unbearable, like concentrated death—like the municipal cemeteries all over London spat all of their dead out of the ground right at the apex of summer.
Then Adam is finally back at the hub, somehow, scrambling to the ladder and up it.
He looks back down, once, and he’s horrified by what he sees looking back at him.
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