#sweeney todd fic

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Sweeney Todd - Sondheim/Wheeler, Sweeney Todd (2007) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucy Barker/Nellie Lovett, Lucy Barker/Sweeney Todd, Nellie Lovett/Sweeney Todd, Lucy Barker/Nellie Lovett/Sweeney Todd, Johanna Barker & Sweeney Todd, Johanna Barker & Lucy Barker, Johanna Barker & Nellie Lovett Characters: Nellie Lovett, Lucy Barker, Johanna Barker, Sweeney Todd, Albert Lovett, briefly - Character Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Suicide attempt, Family, Trauma, Sweeney Todd Has Symptoms of OCD, I am projecting onto him, Murder By Cookies, Poisoning, Pining, Mutual Pining, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Evil But Healthy Polycule, eventual polyamory, Eventual Relationships, Beta Read, Nightmares, Idiots in Love, british people written by an american, Victorian England Written by Some Dude, Intrusive Thoughts Summary:

Lucy Barker's husband is taken away. It turns out Nellie Lovett has some pity in her heart for the poor thing.

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chapter two is OUT!!

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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.

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Prompt 8: Never-ending Consequences [C2]

Pairing: Judge Turpin x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Continuation of: Prompt 4. Darkest Night [C1]

A/N: It's Sunday, Second Advent, and time for Turpin's story to continue! He is quite the elusive mystery in this fic and I'm having a blast writing Julianne Brimmer - gosh, I adore her and I feel so connected with her even if we're not the same at all. She's so cute though! 🤭👏

Also, Turpin is very harsh and unyielding in this fic - not in an evil manner but he shows very little and gives very few indications of feeling or thinking anything at all and, honestly, I've been super excited about writing him like that for a change- I¨m all for the swirling storms in his eyes and all that which I usually write him with when he finds his SO but there's just something about him showing basically nothing that has me hooked this year 👀🙈❤

Tags/TW’s: Talkative Character, Harsh Judge Turpin, He Offers Her Sanctuary For The Night, Instant Attraction, Secret Pining, Harsh View Of Oneself, Negative Self-image,

Word Count: 1.5k

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Never-ending Consequences

The carriage drew to a halt no more than half an hour later in the middle of central London. “Miss Brimmer,” the judge said in a low, incredibly clear murmur. “I shall provide shelter for the night, my lady.” “Oh, my lord, how good of you,” I said, a wide smile adoring my lips as the man with steel for eyes looked at me in a manner I could not fully determine to be neither good nor bad. Consuming, yes, but unknown to me.

The door opened and the judge stepped out gracefully before offering his hand for me to support my own exit. Such a gentleman, I thought as I grasped his glove-clad hand. It was sturdy and strong, holding me with stability. “Thank you, my lord.” He smiled in a stoic sort of fashion. “We shall send a search party for your carriage when morning comes, Miss Brimmer.” “Thank you, sir. You are most helpful, such a gentleman.” “I can be,” he drawled, releasing my hand and turning a second later with a look to his features I was not certain about.

I followed in his wake, entering the grand townhouse through a large black door only to be met by a gloom that seemed to cling to the very walls of the man’s home. Well, that’s a rather unpleasant feeling for a home. Where are his decorations? Christmas is nearly here, yet there are no garlands or adornments to tell of it.

“Good evening, my lord,” said a woman dressed in a black dress with a white apron and grey hair pinned up. “Miss Brimmer shall stay the night, order the room.” His voice was harsh and direct yet I found it rather thrilling as it filled the entrance hall. Perhaps I hit my head harder than I thought? “Yes, my lord.” The maid stiffly bowed her head as the judge removed his out garments and I found myself lost in adoring thoughts of the manner he was dressed underneath that thick winter coat.

“Miss Brimmer,” the maid said. “May I take your cloak, my lady?” I jolted. “Why certainly, thank you,” I replied in a rush, feeling heat creep up my neck as my eyes finally left the man dressed fully in black with golden details to his frock and vest. There was something about him… I could not put my finger on it yet he drew my attention in a manner none other ever had while his entire being had this unapproachable hardness to it — a harsh power that appeared unyielding. Yes, yes I have absolutely hit my head. I must have, this man is…

I could not term it. Dangerous? Cold? Unreachable? Well, for me, most certainly. Oh, this is grand, to be attracted to a man far out of my reach — that infernal bad luck seems to remain. Pity, I would have liked for things to change but no matter. I am a woman with no consequence to the world, and so I shall remain even when the world seems to throw consequences my way from left and right simultaneously. Perhaps I shall find myself with a cow falling atop my head someday, would be no far stretch to assume bad luck would fall upon me from above, too, given it flanks me on either side.

“Come, I shall walk you,” Judge Turpin said in that dark rumble that seemed to go through me. I blinked, seeing his gaze travel up and down myself. “Thank you, my lord,” I managed to push out as the inferiority of my dress to his exquisite clothes had me nearly sighing. Rid yourself of the idea that there is even a chance, Julianne. Rid yourself of it. This man is not for you, nor will he house any interest in you. He is a man of the law, acting like a gentleman ought to by helping a damsel in distress, obviously.

I followed two steps behind, walking up the stairs toward the upper levels of the house. “You mentioned the Christmas Ball?” he said without looking back at me. What a good thing too or he would have found me admiring the broadness of his shoulders. “Oh, why yes, yes. I’m not one for such frivolous things usually but one must endure for the sake of one’s future, my lord.” “Is that so?” I smiled for myself, a contrite thing covering my lips. “Yes. As you already pointed out I ought to be a Mrs rather than a Miss, my lord. I am not one men find attractive, or interesting, for that matter. I do not mind, bad luck follows wherever I go and I pity the man who ends up wed to the equivalent of a black cat crossing a road under a ladder and knocking a mirror down with its tail simultaneously, my lord.” He did not react to my words, not that I could tell at least.

We stepped through a hallway while I spoke rather freely. There was no need to hide myself from the harsh man, he was not within my reach either way — I still continued to allow myself the handsome view of him, though, I was not to be in his company for long so I ought to make the most of it I figured.

“You speak harshly of yourself,” he said in a rather darkened tone after a moment. I chuckled. “No, my lord, I speak honestly about myself when possible.” “When possible?” he asked, stopping outside a door and once more turning toward me, those steely eyes hooking mine without a flicker of motion in them yet I was utterly trapped. A bunny in a snare. “Yes. Should you be within my reach I might not disclose my faults so freely but I am a woman of little consequence in the presence of a gentleman of the law. Truth must find its freedom in such situations, do you not agree, Judge Turpin?”

I kept eye contact, a tingling sensation filling me within as he viewed me most harshly. I rather liked that, truth be told. There was no insincere smile, no false pretence or acting.

He arched a brow at me, the action sharp and well-practised it appeared. “Truth, you say?” “Yes, my lord. I do endeavour to be honest but that almost always lands me in some form of predicament. I am simply not made for society and all its falsities. I try, my lord, yet I fear I shall never master the skill.” I smiled at him as my cheeks heated. Well, this is going jolly good. I am already making a fool of myself in his presence. Even though it does not matter I am truthfully saddened by my own words, I think.

“You declare me out of your reach,” he drawled. “That is quite the freedom you’ve claimed, Miss Brimmer.” My eyes widened as the warmth left my cheeks. “Goodness, no, sir. I meant to take no freedoms or liberties, I am merely aware of my standing, my lord. One ought to always remember one's standing in society, to know one's place is most important. Especially when in the company of someone far grander, my lord.” He arched his brow again. “Grander?” I spluttered, my body not knowing if it wished to pale or blush. “Y-yes, my lord. I am merely the daughter of a master smith, a woman who has known hard labour and little comforts. I would never assume myself grand enough to stand in your presence or be offered aid from such a grand man so I am remembering my place in your fine company, my lord.” “Talkative, are we?” “Oh, yes, my lord. One of my many faults. I apologize for occupying your time with my—” “None occupies my time.” “My lord?”

He stepped closer and my back stiffened as a waft of the musty scent he smelled of hit me. It was quite the delicious scent, truth be told, and I had to stop myself from inhaling deeply. “None occupy my time. My time is spent how I see fit,” he said in a manner that was both decisive and commanding. “Yes, of course, sir. I apologize.” Well, this is going utterly great. Gosh, if I have to endure another hardship on this wretched earth I shall surely implode. “I shall see you in the morning, Miss Brimmer. Eight o’clock sharp.” I bowed my head, feeling idiotic and like a nuisance to the man who so kindly helped me far beyond what necessity required. “Yes, sir. Thank you, my lord.”

He walked off toward the end of the hall without another word. His steps were long and the thudding of his footfalls loud. What a man… No, no, get your head out of the clouds! This is all bad luck one more time. Do not-, Julianne, do not fall for the gentleman you cannot have. Stop it, right this instance. And why am I still looking at him?! As my tirade ended he opened his bedroom door and closed it behind him. “Foolish, Julianne. Not only foolish but you made yourself into a fool in his presence. Well done, absolutely fantastic of you. Wasting the man's time with your blabbering. Idiot.”

To Be Continued...

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NEXT PART » Prompt 10: Lingering Touch [C3]

A/N: He does tell her she's not occupying his time - that has to mean something, right? 👀 Gosh they are such a mismatched pair and I can't wait to solve how they're going to end up together - I'm thinking some drama, some darkness, and perhaps a close call or two? 🤭❤

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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.

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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)

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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Chapters 1-6 up with more to come!

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Prompt 14: Deceptive Kindness [C4]

Pairing: Judge Turpin x Fem!OC

POV: Dual POV (OC, First & Turpin, Third)

Continuation of: Prompt 4. Darkest Night [C1], Prompt 8. Never-ending Consequences [C2], Prompt 10. Lingering Touch [C3]

A/N: I got an extra treat for you today 🤭 We get a little glimpse of this story through Turpin’s eyes - I adore writing his POV but I do it sparingly as the impact is always so intense when seeing things from his point of view while getting to be in his head for a moment 👏 And, of course, we need a dramatic reunion so we’re adding a little fear, a little darkness, and a little bit of frantic running to this 👀👌❤

Tags/TW’s: Infatuated By Her, Unwanted Thoughts/Feelings, Unwanted Touch, Fear, Being Restrained By An Unknown Man (Fearing Being Harmed), Feeling Safe With Turpin, Mutual Secret Pining, Nickname (so cute!), Being Carried, Protective/Harsh Turpin, Mentions Hating Christmas (of course he does), Dark And Gloomy, Angst With Tiniest Hint Of Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

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Deceptive Kindness

⁛•⁛ Turpin’s POV ⁛•⁛

Miss Brimmer… Joyful, sweet, talkative little Miss Brimmer… He was incapable of casting her out of his mind. He had cursed himself for it, had bargained with himself, and lately taken to sulking. Yes, the high judge of London sulked in his gloomy library with his face contorted in a frown as he was incapable of reading the lawsuit spread across his desk with her infernally sweet face disturbing him every minute of each wretched day.

At this time of year, it was usually the infernal jolly mood and ever-chiming carols that had him occupied with the deep-seated need to snarl. Now, it was something apparently worse. A jolly, chiming, sweet and fury-inducing little woman with green eyes like the needles of a pine and a smile as bright as the midnight star.

Four days had passed since he left her at his home, not so much as a goodbye had been uttered and he had thought little of it at the time. Certainly, her energy had been warm. Obviously, her smile had been a lovely view. Her bright and loud chatter a constant and intrusive company, definitely. But warm…

He slammed his fists down and rose in a rush from the large chair. “This is madness, banish these foolish thoughts.” He knew her joy was far beyond his reach and despite being the depraved and selfish man he was, he struggled with the notion of putting out her light — trapping her to him would surely silence that joyful talkativeness that had slithered itself under his skin. It lingered, and the sound of Miss Brimmer’s constant, bright, and quick chatter echoed all around him as he marched from the library to the parlour despite her not being there.

He poured a glass of whiskey from the crystal decanter by the seating area. Beyond his windows, the bells of Christmas rang as snow flitted from the dark sky of night. He watched the fire before him, spreading a warmth he barely felt while the golden light reminded him of how you shined in the darkness of his home. Such as a star upon a Christmas tree… There had never been one in his house — a star or a Christmas tree.

He tapped his finger against the glass and took a slow sip. He remembered every word she spoke, strangely enough. He never took notice of others in such a manner, and never committed words not of the utmost importance to he himself to memory. But Miss Brimmer’s words were committed to memory — truly, burned with warmth and light into the membranes within his skull housing a dark mind usually so quiet and void of all things good.

Placing the glass back on the table, he stepped away from the fire and toward the large windows draped with wine-red velvet on either side. The darkness beyond was as deep as the dark within his home, within his heart. So it must remain. Quiet, dark, and the same as always. “Yes, the same as every damned Christm—” His eyes widened, he leaned closer to the frosty window as a running woman stumbled on her skirt and crashed against his gate in a tumble.

He tilted his head, looking down to see better. A pale hand grasped the iron of the gate, his heart revolted as the harrowed face of Miss Brimmer appeared between the bars for a second — her breath fogging in rushed bursts — before she turned her head to look back as she grasped for the handle to open his gate blindly. He staggered back a step, his heart pounded and for a second his mind struggled to comprehend what his eyes showed him.

⁛•⁛ Julianne’s POV ⁛•⁛ | A few moments earlier |

My breath fogged before me, the chill of December was biting in the dark of the late evening as I held onto the little satin bag with a tight grip and left the little shop behind as the woman by the counter wished me a Merry Christmas before the door closed. Uffh, cold and dreary, why does London feel colder than the countryside? I shivered and began my walk back toward the Rosemary Inn.

“Watch it!” a man shouted as I crossed the street and, before I knew it, I’d flung myself backwards, tripped on the slick cobblestone, and landed flatly on my back in the dirty snow. Great! Wonderful! This is absolutely a fantastic day! The Inn lost my package from Father, a horse trampled my foot, the barmaid spilt bear over my best dress, and now— “Ugh, I truly am a black cat crossing the street…”

“Miss, are you alright?” came the voice of another man, his slightly dirty face coming into view above me. “Need a helping hand?” he continued and I sighed. At least, the people are not too rude. A silver lining I assume one could call it. “Thank you, sir,” I said and reached for his slim hand flecked by soot. He helped me to my feet and I righted my dress, brushing off as much of the snow as I possibly could. “You ought to take care in the streets, miss.” “Yes, yes I ought, with my luck I shall surely be run over any minute. I am not suited for the big city, it seems.”

The man chuckled as I straightened. “Perhaps I ought to walk the lady back to her home, then?” “That is most kind of you, sir.” I took his stretched-out arm. “I must say I am surprised at how friendly London dwellers are. I have yet to meet an unkind person not willing to be of assistance.” I glanced at the man as he walked me down the street. Something was not quite right about him, though. “We are friendly people,” he said with another shallow chuckle that just did not sit right with me.

After another few steps, I came to a halt. “Thank you for your help, sir, but I can manage from here.” I released his arm but he grasped my wrist. “Sir, let go of me, please.” “I don’t think so, sweetheart.” His smile was a leer and my stomach turned at the sight of his crooked teeth. “Let go.” “No can do,” he chuckled and tugged. “A pretty piece like you is—” I wrung my wrist free. “Goodbye,” I said harshly and instantly turned.

A shriek left my lips as the man grabbed around my waist and pulled me toward the alley behind, away from the lit-up main street. “Let go! Let go!” I screamed and pushed at his arm before fear filled me and I threw my head back only to feel his nose-bone connect with my skull. He stumbled back, pulling me around with his hand stuck in the loop of the satin pouch around my wrist.

“Fuck,” he snarled with a hiss and grabbed the string by twisting his hand. “You bitch.” He tugged and I backed up at the same time, ripping the string with the pouch falling to the ground as I spun to run away. No, the gift! Leaned back and grabbed it but the man hooked his dirty fingers on my cloak and tugged. The string tightened roughly around my throat and I coughed through a gasp.

Reaching up, I grabbed the end and tugged. My throat was freed and I slipped out of the man’s grip. Before I drew another breath, I bolted. My heart roared, my limbs shook and my eyes seemed to take everything in with a blur. Run! Run! Run! Where-, where-, where do I go?!

“Get back here!” the man shouted and as I looked over my shoulder he was taking up the hunt for me. My eyes widened and dread surged through my body, fuelling my legs and forcing me to go faster. I sobbed while panting, holding onto the destroyed satin pouch with a numb grip. My feet pounded the cobblestone and snow below as I raced down the street of central London.

I took a sharp turn, seeing the shape of the man still running toward me before I kept going as tears streaked my cheeks. Despite the blurry vision, the dark town-house caught my eyes. Judge Turpin! My brain screamed and my heart eased as I threw myself forward, stumbling on the raised sidewalk and got myself flung into the iron gates with a loud rattle as my chest heaved.

Looking back I saw the man come to a sudden halt as his eyes flicked between me and the towering house while I fumbled blindly for the handle to let myself through. I found it, pulled down, and fell backwards in a heap before I managed to scramble back from the gate on my bum.

“Miss Brimmer!” came the roar of the judge whose refuge I sought. Looking back, he came rushing down the steps. “J-Judge Turpin, my-, my lord,” I choked out in a stutter as I slumped on the snow-covered stone beneath; relieved. “Miss Brimmer,” he rumbled in a harsh snarl before his large hands grasped my trembling shoulders harshly, he did not let go even as he sat me up. “Are you—” His eyes latched on my sore throat, exposed at the loss of my cloak. “What, happened?” he snarled as those steely eyes turned impossibly hard.

I gulped, taking comfort in his steady hands. “I— He—” my voice trembled too much to make sense “—grabbed me, grabbed-, grabbed-, grabbed at—” “Little light, look at me. Look. at. me,” he demanded as my eyes flicked about in a rush and adrenaline-fuelled fear. “Are you unharmed?” he asked, his voice was a low thunder which hid none of the rage hardening his entire face. “Y-yes, sir. I’m-, I’m unharmed, my lord. Thank you. Thank you, sir,” I pushed out in a rush as his grip on me softened when our eyes locked.

Judge Turpin helped me to stand, keeping a sturdy grasp of my hand before he wrapped an arm around my waist when my knees weakened beneath me. “T-thank you, sir,” I whispered, my brain turning quiet and my voice lowering as I held on to him. “I shall have their head,” he snarled under his breath and I was not sure if I had heard him right.

He led me inside, all the way to the parlour where a fire crackled and granted both light and warmth in the dark. He released my hand and I stuttered at the loss of stability, the loss of his touch, but then he dragged one of the two beautiful chairs and helped me sit right by the warmth of the flames.

I shook and trembled as the adrenaline seeped out of me and a chill so utterly dreadful crawled into me in its wake. “Little light,” he said while going down on one knee before me — grasping my shaking hands in his warm ones. “Did you see who caused you harm?” he asked, his voice that harsh thunder that seemed to roll through me. “I saw… most of him. But, he was dirty and in shadow, and I do not know who he-, he-, he—” “We shall discuss it tomorrow, when you are no longer frightened,” he said with finality. I gulped, already feeling my shoulders slump in his powerful presence. “I… am not frightened,” I managed to push out.

Judge Turpin arched a brow at me, unimpressed. “I do not take kindly to lies, Miss Brimmer.” “It is not a lie, sir… I am here, with you, safe. I am-, I am in shock, not frightened any longer,” I said, truthfully. I dared believe nothing could harm me when such a man as he was close. His nostrils flared. “You, little light, are mistaken. I am not… safety.” “Yet I feel safe, my lord…” And, a bit faint, perhaps. Yes, yes perhaps a bit out of sorts and a bit… confused… and faint…

“Deep breath, Miss Brimmer. Take a deep breath,” he ordered, squeezing my hands to catch my focus. I drew a deep breath. Ragged as it was, it was still steadying. “Good.” It was a soft word despite the deep voice. “Let us get you sorted for the night.” I nodded. “Thank you, sir…” But as I stood with his sturdy hand wrapped around one of my smaller ones, there was no stability beneath my feet and the world swayed. I reached up to my head, trying to focus my gaze by pressing against my forehead but there was little I could do to stop my knees from buckling and my body from sagging.

He caught me. A sturdy arm around my waist while his other hand still gripped mine. “Easy, easy now,” he said quietly and there was something deadly in the tone of it. “S-sir… I…” But I could not get the words out when the world turned darker by the second. “Miss— Little light,” he said rapidly as I collapsed in his hold. The world slowly faded as I was hoisted up into strong arms against a broad chest with a thundering heart.

To Be Continued...

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A/N: Well well well, I guess I have a thing for fainting women, huh? 🙈 Also, isn’t Turpin just the harshly-sweetest?! 😩👌 I’m adoring how he’s withheld and torturing himself with the whole situation rather than just taking what he wants as he usually does 👀🤭

I haven't gotten far on tomorrow's fic - I'm only about 500 words in - but hopefully,y I'll have time to finish it up later tonight so it's ready to go up early tomorrow 🥰👏 And Christmas is near now, we have celebrations with family over from the 20th to the 25th (hosting for both sides of the family this year too so I have so much to prepare 😅) but I feel good about this years Rickmas and how it's going so far so hopefully I can get ahead during this weekend and get a lot of writing done! 🙈❤

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✧ 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.

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Warmest greetings to you all, my name’s Nokturnal and I’m currently in the process of writing this monstrosity of a crack fic. It involves multiple characters from different fandoms meeting and interacting at house party. It’s extremely unhinged and I hope at least someone gets a kick out of it and their jimmies rustled in the best way possible. Thanks in advance for your time!

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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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masterlist.

until you feel your lungs burn:

(1/2). sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street. benjamin/lucy; johanna/anthony. au where benjamin/todd is death personified and seeks revenge on a mortal judge for taking his wife and child from him. rated t.

the bird's gonna make the wedding bed:

(1/1). sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street. johanna/anthony. johanna and anthony's three attempts at having a wedding night (or: an exploration of trauma and female sexuality in the victorian era). not smut. rated m. read the tags.

let her lay me in the dirt:

(1/1). sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street. johanna/anthony. sequel to tbgmtwb but works nicely as a standalone. anthony's side of their three attempts at a wedding night. (or: an exploration of what it's like to see someone struggle and feel helpless while trying to help them). not smut. rated m. heed the tags.

we all know the worms must be fed:

(1/1). sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street. very one-sided lovett/benjamin. lovett comes across a pair of lucy's old gloves leading to her thinking about their past friendship and her envy towards her. rated m.

wound up in bedlam instead:

(1/1). sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street. past benjamin/lucy. gen. modern au. after accidently overdosing on sleeping medicine, lucy finds herself in an increasingly hostile mental institution. rated t. heed the tags.

one day, i'll carry you home:

(2/?). sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street. johanna/anthony. past benjamin/lucy. modern au. after benjamin is released from prison, he gets his daughter back. however, he's used to being the parent of an infant, not a traumatized teenager. rated t. heed the tags.

wild birds flying around

(1/7). sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street. johanna/anthony. johanna/anthony. sequel to tbgmtwb but works nicely as a standalone. four years into their marriage, johanna is pregnant. anthony is thrilled while she's trying to comes to terms with the child on their way. rated t.