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Relationship: Anthony Hope & Sweeney Todd
Summary:
Mister Todd lost a daughter and a wife. He certainly gave up on being someone's family again, still he ended up having a son of his own; his name was Anthony.
#I write things#jamie campbell bower#johnny depp#sweeney todd#anthony hope#jamie bower#sweeney todd fic#sweeney todd imagine#fluff#whump#angst#henry creel#vecna#jack sparrow#001#captain jack sparrow#sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street#sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street
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So! First post in a while, sorry guys.
But I’m here to say that I’ve started a Johanna-focused fic! I’m very proud of what I have so far, and I’m almost done with the second chapter!
#johanna barker#sweeney todd#sweeney todd fanfiction#sweeney todd fic#this is going to be mostly canon-compliant but FULL of some good old-fashioned character study
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ˏˋ headcanons ˎˊ ୨୧ anthony hope ♡ reader ( nsfw )
✧ pet names. anthony is OBSESSED with being called pet names. ‘pretty boy’, ‘good boy’, ‘sweet boy’, ‘baby boy’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘baby’, ‘angel’... all of the above!
✧ of course, he also has plenty of sweet nicknames for you, too, such as ‘princess’ and ‘my love’ and ‘darling’ – among many others. he shows his adoration for you through words because he feels that touch isn’t nearly enough to convey how much he feels for you.
✧ he has the biggest kink of all time for recieving praise. he needs to hear you tell him what a good boy he is and how good he’s making you feel. he just wants so badly to please you :(( <3
✧ he gets inexplicably embarrassed by his own come and tries to clean up his mess as quickly as possible.
✧ yours, however? that’s a completely different story. he loves tasting you. he’ll lick it off of his fingers or clean you off with his tongue in a heartbeat if you give him permission to do so.
✧ he moans “i love you” while you’re fucking him. ( and, of course, you always say it right back to him, because how could you not? )
✧ anthony likes it when you give him love bites and hickies – especially since he can hide them easily under his scarf. the thought of belonging to you is a major turn on for him.
✧ anthony is surprisingly loud in the act. he whimpers and whines a lot. he’d be shy and self-conscious about this at first, but once you reassure him that you like hearing his pretty noises and encourage him to keep making them for you, he would do so gladly.
✧ his eyes roll back when he’s close to finishing.
✧ his favorite position is cowgirl. he loves it when you’re on top of him, controlling the pace and riding him into the mattress.
✧ he’s very well-mannered in bed. he says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. he always asks for permission and he does exactly as he’s told. he’s a good boy!! <3
✧ he usually prefers for you to be very gentle with him, but he also likes it when you’re a little playfully mean from time to time. teasing him, making him beg just to be touched or kissed, edging him and denying his orgasm over and over... yeah. he likes that. of course, he always trusts you to hold him in your arms afterwards and tell him how much you love him. usually he’ll fall asleep like that as you’re stroking his hair and whispering sweet things to him.
✧ prior to the two of you living together, he’ll let you fuck him in absolutely any place you can find that’s private. he spends his life moving between the bountiful and various docks/ports, so it’s incredibly rare to have a moment just between the two of you. a risky quickie is occasionally necessary, given the circumstances.
✧ in addition to that, need i remind you that anthony is LOUD. you may have to let him bury his face in your neck or maybe even put your hand over his mouth in order to keep him quiet and not get caught.
✧ he has a kink for being overpowered. it’s particularly evident in the way he reacts whenever you pin his wrists to the mattress or push him up against a wall.
✧ one of his absolute favorite things in the world is when you’re spooning him and you reach around to jerk him off from behind. the combination of being held in your arms and the pleasure of you touching him is everything he could ask for.
✧ if you tug on his hair or bite his lip while you’re kissing him, he’ll moan into your mouth.
✧ when it comes to oral, he’s more of a giver than a receiver; he simply adores pleasing you with his mouth. making you moan, feeling your hands tangled in his hair, hearing you praise him and tell him how good he’s making you feel, getting to taste you once you’ve come on his tongue... it’s heaven for him. he especially loves when you ride his face.
✧ contrary to popular belief, i don’t think he’s entirely clueless about sex prior to meeting you. he’s a sailor, so even in spite of how puritanical people tended to be in the victorian era, he’s certainly heard more than his fair share of crude stories from the men in his crew, as well as the ones he’s met during his travels. that being said, he’s still definitely a virgin before the two of you cross paths, and he doesn’t have any real sexual experience yet.
✧ he definitely likes being fucked with a strap-on. do with that what you will.
✧ he’s turned on by being ( very lightly ) choked. just feeling your hand brush against his neck or your fingers wrap around his throat while you’re kissing him drives him MAD.
✧ he giggles whenever you accidentally brush against or kiss a ticklish spot during sex.
✧ he likes for you to grab his hips and pin them down while you suck him off. a recurring theme here is that he REALLY likes getting pinned down.
✧ he gets so insanely turned on by dirty talk. all it takes is for you to tease him about how eager he is or talk about all the filthy things you’re going to do to him, and he’s already a blushing, moaning mess.
✧ no matter how rough or intense things may get, the romantic aspect of sex is very important to anthony. in his eyes, sex is a way for you to feel and convey your love for one another, and so other aspects of affection have to be present during lovemaking. kisses, hand holding, cuddling, declarations of love, just to name a few.
#anthony hope#anthony hope x reader#anthony hope smut#anthony hope imagine#smut writing#smut headcanons#smut hcs#headcanons#x reader#x reader fic#female reader#x female reader#jamie bower#jamie campbell bower#jamie campbell x reader#jamie campbell bower smut#fluff#imagine#sweeney todd#sweeney todd 2007#anthony sweeney todd#fic writer#oneshot#smut oneshot#dom reader#dom fem reader#𝅄 ݁ ⏜ ꒰ my writing ꒱ ── 🪷 ֹ ₊ㅤ ۟
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Sweeney Todd Fic Recs
So, I’ve been reading almost exclusively Sweeney Todd fic for the last few months and I wanted to gather up some of my favorites to present to y’all. (Fair warning most of these are Sweenett fics)
Pushing Daisies by FelixCited
Rating: Explicit
Words: 55k [Complete]
Ship: Sweeney Todd/Nellie Lovett
Wonderful Canon divergent fic. Starts with the Barkers arrival in London and goes from there. Equal parts Sad/Spicy/Sweet/I want to bash the characters skulls in cause they’re so stupid.
Any fic by worstpies
Rating: Almost always Explicit
Ship: Sweeney Todd/Nellie Lovett
Very smutty Sweenett smut ahead, be warned. But within each piece, you also find very interesting character studies, especially relating to my girl Nellie. For me, the character studies are the best part.
Any fic by armandjolras
Rating: Almost always Explicit
Ships: Sweeney Todd/Nellie Lovett, Lucy Barker/Nellie Lovett, Nellie Lovett/Mrs. Mooney
Once again, another author rec. Once again, more smutty character studies. But besides the standard Sweenett fare, we also have some lovely femslash, as well as a wonderful Lucy Barker character study. I want to inject this author’s writing into my veins sometimes.
give you my wild, give you a child by stonehearts
Rating: Mature
Words: 6k [Complete]
Ship: Sweeney Todd/Nellie Lovett
Cute, mildly angsty pregnancy au. Sweeney starts out incredibly reluctant but he comes around. Trying to earn his father of the year status back after returning from Australia.
not a lot, just forever by stonehearts
Rating: Gen
Words: 6k [Complete]
Ship: Sweeney Todd/Nellie Lovett
Another pregnancy AU, but this time we’re at the beach and Johanna is here. This fic is such a treat because we get Johanna POV, that is so rare and it is so well done in this fic in particular.
Barber, Baker, Beggar, Bride by demonbarberofbeepbeep
Rating: Mature
Words: 16k [Complete]
Ship: Sweeney Todd/Lucy Barker
Sweeney stops being an idiot and realizes that the Beggar woman is his wife, Lucy. And then all the angsty complications that go along with it.
A Slice of Afterlife by Moonlightshadoww
Rating: Teen
Words: 12k [Complete]
Ship: Sweeney Todd/Nellie Lovett
Ghost AU that goes by Beetlejuice logic. Mrs. Mooney buys the bakery after the events of the musical and they try to haunt her out. It’s a very silly and enjoyable fic.
something like love with nowhere to go by Macremae
Rating: Teen
Words: 7k [Complete]
Ship: Gen
Johanna POV character study as she reads Sweeney’s letters to her Post-Canon. Wonderful exploration of Johanna’s upbringing, complicated relationship with her father, and grief.
Passing Strange by Pamena
Rating: T
Words: 125k [Complete]
Ship: Sweeney Todd/Nellie Lovett
An oldy but a goody on ff.net. Nellie and Sweeney are fated to be together and so the fates make them immortal after the events of canon until they admit that they love each other.
Death is for the Alive by Defying.Expectations
Rating: T
Words: 184k [Complete]
Ship: Sweeney Todd/Nellie Lovett
Another ff.net fic. Post-Canon Afterlife AU with an incredibly creative version of the afterlife.
Bitter Freedoms by MoonlitSerenity
Rating: T
Words: 259k
Ship: Gen
More ff.net fic. Pre-Canon. A teenage Johanna ends up running away and shipped off to Botany Bay for stealing and meeting her father, Benjamin Barker. This fic is mostly complete, just without an epilogue so the ending doesn’t feel as satisfying.
Anyway, these are all the fics that I have for you today. If I’m missing any good fics, let me know. Also shoutout to my own writing on A03, plenty of Sweenett goodness to be found.
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Okay okay Good Omens AU idea
Good Omens x Sweeney Todd
Crowley is Sweeney Todd and Aziraphale is the pie lady. There's also romantic subplot of course !! (Maybe it's more plot then subplot)
Also have some Fanart (not mine, all credits to original creator)
#AU#alternate universe#good omens#good omens two#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#aziraphale x crowley#crowley#aziraphale#sweeney todd#good omens au#good omens fic#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#somebody pls write this#writing prompt#prompt#good omens writing prompt
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Pirelli x Sweeney is kind of viable. Judge, Fogg, Beadle, Anthony all totally non viable Sweeney pairings. I guess he has a neutral relationship (no relationship ) with the bird seller lol. So maybe something is there . Could be there. Why am I thinking about this
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Nick/Charlie, 4.5k, rated M
total fluff, rather cracky, completely self-indulgent way of processing all my FEEEELINGS about seeing Joe Locke in Sweeney Todd.
SUMMARY: Nick and Charlie (in their 40s), go see Joe Locke in Sweeney Todd, because Nick is currently obsessed with how talented he is. Charlie arranges this trip as an anniversary present. They are adorably in love.
EXCERPT:
At the theatre, Nick is bouncing in his seat again, and Charlie puts his hand on Nick’s knee to still it.
“Nick,” he hisses. “You have got to stop moving. People are going to hate us.”
“How can anyone hate anyone right now?” Nick asks. “We’re all about to see Joe Locke. He’s like a panacea for everything that ails the world.”
#heartstopper#nick nelson#charlie spring#nick and charlie#nick x charlie#nick/charlie#my fic#osemanverse#heartstopper comics#charlie x nick#sweeney todd
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Prompt 24: Christmas Party
Pairing: Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader
POV: Second, Reader
Setting: Sir Penn’s Estate, Christmas Party 1850
A/N: So, it’s the last day of 2023 and I’m finally able to sit down for a little while to write and post this. We are having a calm New Year Celebration, just us three here at home with homemade sushi and some (neighbours will be shooting a lot though) fireworks so no dressing up, no extra cleaning, no extra cooking or prepping or anything (yes, I’m loving it after the super busy holiday 😅). This is a nice little thing to wrap up the year with I think, we get to look back a bit and then enjoy the present time as well with a stoic and sweet Turpin 🥰👏
A/N+: I thought I’d have some fun and use some real people this time around, sprinkling in a bit of accurate history among the fiction is always a good deal of fun (do keep in mind I have used the real people to enhance this story and my portrayal of them aren’t accurate to any more degree than names, ages, time stamps and professions - have no idea how they were in real life so I’ve just sprinkled in some history I’ve found through the past few years while I’ve written Turpin stories. Just thought I ought to use some of it, you know? 😂) so you’ll meet a man called Johan Penn and his wife Ellen Penn (neé English) as they match the time frame and they too have a huge age gap (21 years) between them which I thought would be great fun to use 🥰 1850 they had two children and one on the way as well so figured I'd use that too ^^
Tags/TW’s: Confessions, Memories, Societal Differences, Fluff, Affection, Growth, Age Gap, Dancing, Friendship
Word Count: 2.5k+
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The grand hall of Sir Penn’s estate was dressed in all things Christmas — garlands, tinsel, hundreds of candles, and sparkling decorations, each pillar wrapped in red and green, each surface covered in all things wonderfully Christmas-themed. You were in heaven, except for one thing — your husband was nowhere to be found after the first dance of the evening which he’d spent in a stiff sort of grace while twirling you about the room among all the pretty and chatty couples.
“Oh, Y/n, how good to see you!” came the sweet voice of Mrs Ellen Penn, you had first known her as Ellen English though as both you and Richard had been at their wedding three years ago. You felt a kinship with the sweet woman, both of you marrying men far beyond your age, but she had kept within her societal standing as she was the daughter of another well-known engineer, William English of Enfield, much like her husband was John Penn of Johan Penn and Sons . Your husband was of a different societal standing, of course, but both ranked high in their respective fields and often mingled in the same circles so you and Ellen had become great friends over the past years.
“Ellen, good evening, how are you?” you asked, smiling brightly while glancing toward her rounded belly where their third child grew. She laughed and patted her stomach affectionately.
“Oh, this is a wild one, I assure you, he’ll be the brawny one, I can feel it.”
“Sure it’s a he?” you asked and she nodded. “Well, three sons, what a blessing you are to your husband,” you continued and she laughed once more.
“I think he’s quite happy with his lot in life, lord knows I am. I do wish I could have a little daughter too though, you know?” You nodded, but you weren’t overly fond of children and still had none of your own. You were neither happy nor sad about it, your husband was not the fathering type either, you did suspect he wished for a son to carry on his legacy but you also knew he was not fond of the idea of children beyond that. As he always said, he was perfectly happy to simply have you as you were all that mattered to him.
“Where is the great judge?” Ellen asked while glancing around the room, being one of few who knew how you two loved each other and how well he treated you there was none of the usual fear or the like in her voice or expression.
“I confess, he’s managed to slip away. I don’t know where he walked off to but I’m sure he’ll find his way back, as he always does,” you said with a smile and Ellen smiled back at you. Both of you had been blessed with husbands who adored you, were fools in love, and were beyond possessive of all things regarding you — it was nice to have a friend who understood, who was in the same position in some ways. The gossip about you had been hard to deal with at first, seeing as you were of lower standing than your husband and with such an age difference the talks had been quite loud about town — with Ellen by your side, as a true friend in kind, things had become much easier.
You stood off to the side, watching the room while hunting for the man of your dreams who nearly none else seemed able to see as anything other than the ruthless judge who dolled out harsher sentences than any other in the country. He was more to you, different to you, something else to you entirely. It hadn’t always been like that, of course. You smiled to yourself as memories of the very first Christmas party you had celebrated together flooded your mind and you drifted off to the past while sipping a ridiculously expensive champagne…
“Will you come visit next week?” you asked and Ellen beamed at you.
“I would love to, I can leave John and William with my mother for an evening,” she said and you nodded, knowing full well it was for the benefit of both of you if she did not bring her children — they were two and one years old so they were a handful of needing constant attention and supervision.
“Ellen, my sunshine,” came the voice of Sir Penn and you both turned towards the man with his full beard and slightly upturned moustache. “Come dance with me,” he continued and you said your goodbyes before the two walked off. You felt blessed in life at that moment, surrounded by splendour and grandeur you were now used to. Richard had made sure of that, spoiling you endlessly in a manner only he ever could.
Four years earlier…
He was such a harsh, stoic man. Not a smile to be seen, not a softness to him in any manner. It had been a mere month since your November wedding, not enough time to get to know the man who had taken you off your family’s poor hands to be dressed in finery and held at a strange distance of close but not too close, far away but not too far away — as if your husband had a shield around him none could penetrate yet physically he had you close.
Your arms were wrapped around his, your hands gently resting atop his wrist, and it felt as if you had been standing there for an eternity, barely speaking a word or even being acknowledged at all. It was nearly as if you did not exist. Is it because of you, or because of my background? You wondered while you glanced up at the man whose arm you graced. The fact you got tingly all over at his appearance was something you barely could admit to yourself. He was so much older, his greying hair and the slight wrinkles to his face only made him more handsome in your eyes though. But how could you ever confess to such a thing? You still were not sure why the man had wed you.
“Judge Turpin,” said yet another round-bellied man as he bowed his head to your husband while passing by in the grand Hall of a man called Sir John Penn. You knew nothing of the world you had entered, nor any of the people inhabiting it. It was a terrifying place to be, yet you were not truly afraid as your husband always kept you close (just never close enough).
“Lord Burlington,” your husband said in that drawling dark voice of his but there was no bow of his head, a mere tilt of his chin was enough apparently.
“Tired?” he suddenly asked while you shifted your weight from foot to foot to ease the discomfort of standing still for so long.
You glanced up at him. “No, simply stiff,” you admitted while a slight blush warmed your cheeks from his stormy gaze solely focused on you.
“A dance, perhaps?” he continued and you thought his voice would be your undoing. You found no words so simply nodded and he led you out on the dance floor in that stiff yet gracefully respect commanding manner.
You danced around the room in a waltz, he led you with expertise and there was no hardship in following his lead. He really is a good dancer, if only he would soften a tad… He tugged you a little closer as you thought of that and your breath hitched.
“You look confused,” he murmured for only you to hear, “am I not leading well?”
“Oh, no, no you are an excellent dancer,” you hurriedly said in as low a tone as you could while he would still be able to hear you.
“Then why, do tell, the confusion?” You blushed even deeper at that, averting your gaze to the golden pin in his ascot to gather yourself as you had been wondering how you could be so attracted to a man like him all evening.
“Love?” he urged and your heart leapt in your chest, as it always did when he used any sweet terms while speaking to you.
“I— You are very handsome, sir,” you whispered and his fingers flexed by your waist.
“Is that so?”
“Yes…”
“And you are confused by this?”
“N-no,” you stuttered in admittance. “I am confused as to why I find you to be the most handsome man…”
“The most handsome?”
“Yes…” Not that I’ve found many men handsome before… Perhaps I have a very singular taste? Strange taste? Wrong taste? That last part made you nibble your lip and Richard spun you around.
As he caught you back up, holding you far too close, he leaned in and whispered by your ear. “I shall only ever need you to find me handsome, to hear I am the most handsome one in your beautiful eyes matters greatly.” His baritone voice had you shivering, goosebumps travelling down your spine in waves with the sensation of his breath against your skin.
“Richard, you are so confusing,” you confessed, your voice a meek noise you had little control over as it hitched.
“How come?”
“You are so cold, yet you say such sweet things at times.”
“I have been cold toward you?” A sound close to alarm in his voice.
“No, well, yes, well, no,” you stuttered as you thought of it. He hadn’t really been cold toward you, he was gentle and somewhat kind, a bit stiff and stoic, rough around the edges and somewhat harsh at times but no, he had not really been cold — in your presence towards others, yes, but not towards you now that you thought about it.
Had you really done so so many times? Had you missed his efforts? Been blind to his trials of getting closer to you while you had done all you could to be the good wife of a man in high society — in a world you did not belong, and did not know how to live within?
“Perhaps I ought to be the one confused,” he said with something you couldn’t possibly believe to be mirth in his voice. “You watch me with the most longing in your eyes, yet you do not take kindly to any of my advances, hiding away in the study or refusing to speak to me altogether when I endeavour to start a conversation with you.”
“What?”
“Oh, sweet wife, you have not once engaged fully in a conversation with me, no matter my efforts to start one. You always turn your eyes away, fidgeting with those delicate fingers of yours or offer me one of those tight-lipped smiles. Yes, exactly like that,” he said as you smiled up at him tightly, endeavouring to stop yourself from breaking out in a flurry of words that you wished to speak but were afraid to as they were wholly improper given the differences between you and your husband.
“I don’t know how to act in your world,” you confessed, feeling guilt and shame overwhelm your heart and mind.
“Act?”
“Yes, act, be,” you said.
“Love,” Richard said and stopped dancing. “You do not act with me, never with me. You live and you are you. There is no acting involved, what ever put that notion in your pretty head?” he asked with scrunched brows as he nearly glared down at you with disappointment.
You gulped down a breath, feeling your shoulders tense under those intimidating eyes you adored. “I am not from your world, I am—”
“You are everything and all the things I could hope for, just as you are. Do you not think I am well aware of who you are? Where you come from? Do you think me a man of little resources and forethought?” You shook your head and he held on tightly to your waist.
Current time…
Richard leaned in closer, the world fell away and the beautiful music seemed to die out.
“I am well aware of who you are, from your favourite colour to your preferred foods, your manner of acting with people you care for and how you behave toward strangers. How you fidget when you are worried, how your shoulders tense and how you bite your lip when holding back words, I am beyond aware of your meagre upbringing and the lack of education within high society,” he said in a rough sort of way you couldn’t make heads or tales of.
“What are you saying?”
“I know you, love, and there is no need to be anything or anyone except for yourself with me.”
You chuckled to yourself, feeling a tinge of a blush creep up your neck while you thought of that day when everything between the two of you had changed. How you had dared to open up to the harsh man who craved your true self while he had softened toward you and become an encouraging, doting husband who made you blossom into the assured and strong woman you were now. The journey had not been easy, or smooth, but you had both grown together.
Richard had changed little to the outside world, while you had become a different person with him by your side. He was an affectionate, if somewhat depraved and simultaneously doting lover and caring husband even if he was somewhat possessive and harsh. He was perfect for you, as you were perfect for him. You challenged him nowadays, you dared speak your mind unhindered and he actually listened to your words like none other ever had — like he listened to none other, and no matter what it said about you it honestly made you feel too good to be heard by him.
“Love, there you are,” Richard said, jolting you out of your thoughts, while he walked up to you in two long strides.
“Richard, darling, where have you been?” you asked while slipping onto his arm after he gave your temple a swift kiss.
“Sir Penn wished for a moment, some legal matters for the Institution.”
“The Mechanical Engineers? Everything alright?”
“Oh, more than alright, love. Do not worry that pretty head of yours, I know you care deeply for Mrs Penn, and given her current state I dare say it’s at its height for you, but there are no worries, only paperwork,” Richard said with a hint of a smile.
“Truly, Richard? Paperwork during the Christmas party?”
“My apologies, sweet wife,” he said with softness and kissed the top of your head.
“You are forgiven, if you dance a waltz with me,” you challenged and the deep but low chuckle he graced you with was like music to your soul.
“I shall gladly parade you about, my most beautiful wife,” he said and began leading you onto the dance floor while your fingers squeezed his and he looked at you with that stormy gaze of his that promised endless love and adoration…
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A/N: THAT WAS IT FOR THIS YEAR DARLINGS! 71k of words and it's all finished! 😱❤
The last fic of Rickmas2023 and even if I'm a few days late I finished this year and I wrote a fic for every single prompt and it's been quite the journey. I have really enjoyed this year's event, and doing so many serials was a real challenge tbh but I feel it was the right way to go this year. Also, sidenote, the Penn family does have a daughter a few years after this as well so Ellen's wish does get fulfilled!
I hope you've had lots of fun and feel happy about how this year turned out. This last fic is a little extra dedicated to my Blossom ( @snowblossomreads ), who chose Turpin as the final character for this year's round and I am ever so grateful for her and each one of you darlings ❤❤❤ I will be getting to the comments, reblogs and tags steadily during the upcoming days as well - I am so so so thankful and grateful for all your loving words and all the time you've spent with me and my writing this December. THANK YOU!
I wish you a super happy 2024 - filled with loved, joy and all the good things! ❤❤❤
Q: Which of my fics were your favourite of RICKMAS2023? 🥰
A: For me, I'd have to say continuing Hans and Anna-Louise's story was my favourite to re-visit and write, but my favourite in general would probably have to be Prompt 9. Missing Star - I have no exact reason, I just absolutely loved it 🥰
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It remains a perpetual annoyance of mine when people take one character with dual identities and personify their mask into an entirely separate individual as if the alias gained sentience and its own corporal form.
#the OT3 fics and headcanons people write ughdsfadkj#like I'm glad you guys are having fun#but I hate it personally#I hate that it reinforces the idea of the mask as actually a different person#'that man is dead'#no Sweeney Todd he's not#you are still Benjamin Barker#'Kylo Ren' is still Ben Solo#Elliot IS Pinhead#Cooper is the Ghoul#etc. etc.#not me having multiple fanart pet peeves when I'm not even in the fandom yet#but also so many people drawing Fallout fanart not making him slim enough#man is sinewy
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i thought this was funny and that Eddie would lovvveee Sweeney Todd so erm here. also Gaten plays Toby so i wanted to make a joke about it
New York City was one of the most interesting places Steve had ever been. There was never a dull moment; everything moved so fast that if you blinked you might miss something incredible. That’s the word Eddie kept using for it. Incredible.
Steve liked New York, he did. But where he liked it, Eddie loved it. He loved the chaos, the way nothing ever stopped. It was like him, in a way. Always going, going, going.
So when Steve decided to take Eddie to see Sweeney Todd, he knew it was going to end in a lack of sleep for him and a workout for his eardrums.
He was right.
Eddie liked the Sweeney Todd movie. It was one of his favorites, in fact. He could, and did, sing the entirety of ‘A Little Priest’ at least once a week.
But it didn’t compare to the Broadway show in the slightest.
“Can we see it again?” was the first thing Eddie said as he bounced out of the theater, similar to the way a kid hyped up on sugar would ask to go back to the candy store. “God, that was so good!”
Steve laughed, taking Eddie’s hand. It felt right to do that here, in the middle of the crowd. “I only bought tickets for one night, Eds.”
This statement didn’t stop the smile on Eddie’s face from growing. “And I'm so glad you did. Thank you for this.” He dragged Steve along the street, maneuvering around groups of people stopping to get their picture taken in front of the signs. “Hey, do you think that Toby kid kind of looked like Dustin?”
“Yeah,” Steve said after thinking about it for a moment. “He definitely did.”
Eddie smiled wider, if that was possible. “Glad you agree,” he said, spinning Steve around. “The history of the world, my sweet!” He sang loudly. Steve pulled him back, giving him a look.
“There’s other people out here,” he hissed.
Rolling his eyes, Eddie stopped bouncing and calmed down a bit. “Yeah, fine.” He clutches his playbill to his chest. “But when we get home I’m not shutting up for a week, I hope you know that.”
“I would expect two.” Steve remarked. Eddie winked at him.
“Hey, can we go to the M&M store?” He didn’t bother to wait for an answer before dragging Stebe along behind him.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie ficlet#sweeney todd#eddie loves sweeney todd#steve and eddie#steve x eddie#stranger things fic#stranger things ficlet#sky writes
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Chapters 1-6 up with more to come!
#sweeney todd#sweeney todd revival#mrs lovett#sweenett#nellie lovett#benjamin barker#young Sweeney/Lovett fic#baby AU#baby johanna barker#johanna barker
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Sweeney Todd Is A Stupid Name
What if Lucy hadn't died? Surely she would've objected to the stupid fucking name Sweeney picked up while he was gone.
don’t worry guys you can always rely on me to come back from the dead with a stupid 800 word crackfic for a completely different fandom
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Just finished the second chapter of my Johanna Barker-centric fic! Hope you all enjoy, and thanks so much for your kind words
(Also tagging @your-angle-of-music bc they liked the last chapter so much!)
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ˏˋ headcanons ˎˊ ୨୧ anthony hope ♡ reader ( fluff )
✧ if you get cold easily, anthony will constantly let you borrow his jacket and hold your hands to keep you warm.
✧ he’s a big spoon in the sense that he clings to you like a teddy bear when you’re cuddling.
✧ he’s afraid of bugs, so if any creepy crawlies turn up in your house, he hides behind you while you deal with it.
✧ his favorite kisses to give are forehead and hand kisses. his favorite kisses to receive are nose, cheek, and neck kisses.
✧ he has a journal that he brings with him everywhere in order to document his travels. it just so happens to also be full of poetry he’s written about you.
✧ he’s very comfortable with PDA. he’s gotten so used to holding your hand or wrapping his arm around you in public that half the time he doesn’t even notice that he’s done it.
✧ he loves it when you stroke his hair or run your fingers through it. he’ll even ask you to brush it for him from time to time.
✧ anthony has a habit of rambling about things that he’s particularly interested in, which most people he encounters are annoyed by. one of many things that he appreciates about you is that not only are you willing to listen, but you find it charming.
✧ in turn, he’s also a very good listener. he always makes sure you know that all of his attention is on you, and that he cares about what you’re saying.
✧ any time he has to travel somewhere without you, he brings you back a little present.
✧ he really enjoys slow dancing with you. he’ll sometimes even sing to you during.
✧ he likes for you to sit on his lap. whether it be to read, or fall asleep, or just to be close to him. he’ll often wrap his arms around your waist and put his head on your shoulder.
#anthony hope#anthony sweeney todd#anthony hope x reader#anthony hope smut#jamie campbell bower#jamie campbell bower x reader#sweeney todd#sweeney todd 2007#jamie bower#x reader#x reader fic#headcanons#fluff#fluff headcanons#fic writing#fem reader#this is. so different from my other anthony headcanons post#𝅄 ݁ ⏜ ꒰ my writing ꒱ ── 🪷 ֹ ₊ㅤ ۟
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I wish there's stage version of Sweeney Todd x reader fics
#Max's corner#Sweeney Todd#sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street#ive seen depp's sweeney x reader fics#no hate to Johnny#but i need to see more musical!Sweeney Todd x reader fics#especially smutty fics
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My birthday has come and gone once again and my lovely husband took me out to dinner. My brainrot didn’t let me have the day off so… here you go.
Imagine if you will reader going to a Japanese restaurant for their birthday where they seat multiple parties together at random. They call readers party of one, and two or three more since about 10 people can be seated at the same table. Reader hears a highly familiar last name (one of his characters like Hanson, Crane, Todd, Rainey, ect.) but doesn’t think anything of it. Someone takes a seat next to reader and by habit they look over seeing the person which that familiar last name belongs to. They try not to draw attention to the fact that they know who they have sitting next to them but their face is completely red. Johnny notices, pulls this face 👇🏻 and decides to have some fun.
“I know you know who I am sweetheart. If you keep it between us I’ll give you a reward after everything’s done here.”
What follows I have no idea but I also thought of him giving reader one of his earrings (the safety pin ones) kinda like Claire did with John Bender in The Breakfast Club.
This one isn’t as great as my last post and certainly isn’t as coherent but I couldn’t let it stay in my brain.
#johnny depp#21 jump street (1987)#secret window#sweeney todd#sleepy hollow#x reader#i’m spiraling#johnny depp imagine#I’m so happy he doesn’t have a tumblr#I want this fic
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