#young Sweeney/Lovett fic

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Chapters 1-6 up with more to come!

[lunarhobbits]

misc sweeney hcs

(disclaimer. i am new-ish here and have no idea how popular/prevalent any of these are go easy on me ok. also a lot of these are dadben related wh o o p s)

i've seen some variance of if this is canon in fics and stuff but i really do like the idea of the barkers also living above the pie shop in addition to the barbershop being there. similar situation w the pie shop/lovett living quarters. ig it's just easier to picture in my head then????

(p sure the b*rton film confirms smth like this but i'm ignoring it bc i don't like that guy. this idea is mine now)

part of the reason i like this so much is it means that benjamin barker had all the more time to have lovely moments with lucy and johanna when he wasn't busy with clients

(this also makes sweeney returning there without them all the more painful. if he sits and doesn't do anything then he's flooded by memories of the life he had in those same walls fifteen years ago. like no wonder sweeney's so bent out of shape by being forced to wait for the judge and the beadle to come to him)

johanna had only JUST started walking when ben was transported. he was so excited and happy and loved to try and assist her, encouraging her to take steps holding his hands. chattering away about her with any customer that would listen, perhaps even showing her off ("look at my jo! she's such a fine girl!" "i'm sure she is, mr. barker, but could you please finish shaving me?")

he bought johanna a little lacy bonnet when she was a week old. she didn't need something so fancy at such a young age, and lucy had already sewn her a few bonnets months prior. it wasn't the most sound financial decision he ever made. but oh, his girl just had to have it, and it's a little big, she could grow into it! (lucy admits she looks very cute with it on, even though she says johanna doesn't need it)

(the bonnet is left forgotten in a drawer somewhere for years, until sweeney opens that particular drawer and finds it gathering dust upon his return. he feels sick seeing it, reminding him again how much he missed. then he puts it back and refuses to give it any mind.)

nellie lovett was infuriated by lucy barker in that way that you can't quite pinpoint why you're mad other than they're "too perfect" or "too pretty" or something. ofc there was the fact she was married to ben, but i think there was a little "get out of my school" energy going on there too

idk exactly how lucy ended up on the street (or in bedlam, as lovett says in the finale) but i do think that nellie was, sadly, at least complicit in inaction to stop this from happening (if not having thrown her out herself)

anthony is the sweetest dude around and genuinely loves johanna. doesn't matter that he barely knows her when he says he'd marry her, he knows that he's going to be happy as long as she is

johanna loves him too, and she's surprised by it. not because of anything to do with anthony, but because she's felt so little real love in her life (that she can remember). it's a wonderful and frightening rush looking at him, sometimes, but then he squeezes her hand, or does something silly, or even just sneezes or clears his throat and she's brought back down to reality, in a good way. that anthony is real, and human like her. she doesn't have to "earn" his love by being utterly perfect.

they get out of london basically as soon as they can, just wanting to leave it all behind, at least for a while

it took a little time and arguing but anthony did end up getting a good sum of money from the judge's death, through johanna's inheritance going to her husband (him). they immediately used this money to finance travel. they both love to travel, anthony promising to show her the beauty of the world that, still, cannot rival her in his eyes

this is all i got that's coherent rn really lol. anyway here you go sweeney todd fans who liked/reblogged my post haha @demonbarberofbeepbeep @captains-clever-goose @little-lovett @fabulousairpirate @funnygirlthatbelle

[esmes]

please, give me any/ALL of your nellie lovett (or general sweeney todd) headcanons you have, i saw your comment on @demonbarberofbeepbeep's post and now im intrigued to see what you have (if you dont mind!)

oh, bless. i've had tons of nellie thoughts swirling around in my head since i flew my ass to new york in september to see the show for the first of what would turn out to be five times - it'll be nice to get them down at last. it's going under a cut though because i'm a yapper and it's long. this is all specific mostly to the 2023 revival and annaleigh's lovett (& josh's sweeney by extension.)

i also have a give a shoutout to worstpies for the incredible work they are doing over on ao3. their fics explore nellie and sweeney in a way that takes my breath away every. damn. time. i'm sure i've absorbed some of their incredible characterizations into my brain and bloodstream at this point. if you haven't yet experienced their fic, run. run!!! do not walk.

adult content herein, this is your warning lol

pre-canon

nellie has a june birthday. (she's a cancer. !! she's SUCH a cancer, y'all.... which may also be a little of annaleigh infusing a little of her own magic into her bc she is also a cancer lol)

her marriage to albert lovett was almost too good to be true, as far as her mother was concerned. he belonged to the merchant class and could provide for her. had she not married him, nellie likely would've gone into service.

albert was a decent husband, though no great lover. she dreamed early on of having a child, so she went about sex dutifully. life never resulted. it made her feel like a failure, so she buried the dream and got to work.

nellie never shied away from a hard day's work in the shop. albert took care of the butchering, but she insisted he show her how it was done. his protests that it wasn't "a woman's work" were quickly overridden. it was brutal work, but nellie had the stomach for it.

she liked the shop best when it was bustling with customers - so many people to talk to. the men often indulged her in a little banter and a chat, which albert didn't much mind. truthfully, he was grateful for anyone who engaged with his effusive young wife, as it gave him a moment's peace. women seemed unsure of her - she was even more unsure of them.

the barkers moved in a few years before albert's health began to decline. they were beautiful in an ethereal way that made nellie feel like pond scum. they were also deliriously in love - it was plain to all. lucy had a radiant smile all for benjamin, and benjamin had a hard time looking at anything else in a room when lucy was there to be looked at. whenever they visited the shop, lucy seemed eager to move benjamin along.

nellie fixated on benjamin's hands. he had an artist's hands - deft, graceful. they looked like they'd be soft to the touch. she tested this theory one afternoon when he sought shelter in her shop from a sudden downpour. she insisted he sit down and have a pie until the weather let up. as she handed him a plate, she made sure their fingers brushed, searching his face for some sign he was as intrigued by her and she was by him. the faint touch had sent a spark through her that was so utterly unfamiliar she felt a bit dizzy. a little sheepish, he'd offered her a polite smile - still, it was all for her. no lucy in sight. she'd tucked the moment away and revisited it often.

with benjamin around, albert became something cumbersome to her. though she was still fond of him, in a way, she occasionally found herself wishing she could be unburdened (she felt horribly guilty after she had these thoughts, but that didn't stop them from coming.)

she got her wish, in part, on a tuesday. nellie had left albert in the parlor the evening prior. he never came to bed. it was not a shock - he had been in poor health. he left her with a decent sum and she was sure she could keep the business going on her own. the barkers came a few days afterward, benjamin's brown eyes full of sorrow for her. lucy barker had offered her polite condolences, but nellie didn't think she sounded very sorry.

when nellie learned of the baby barker on the way, she was devastated. at night, she would lie awake and imagine the barkers blissfully entwined so nearby, benjamin's hands on lucy's growing belly, and ache and ache and wish that it had been her instead.

nellie was watching johanna the night lucy went to see the judge. when lucy returned, her skirts were torn. she dragged her feet in uneven steps, nearly bypassing the shop altogether before seeming to remember she had a child still to collect. nellie had felt such indignation for benjamin then, anger rising like bile. with benjamin so recently gone? had she no loyalty? she had bitten her tongue then, but promised herself she'd say something when the time was right. lucy had a queer look in her eye - she took johanna from nellie's arms without a word, without even a thank you, and disappeared up the stairs.

when all was said and done, and johanna whisked away by the judge, it fell to nellie to decide what was to be done with lucy. the former mrs. barker was so terribly addled, her beauty transfigured into something so pitiable it made nellie hiss just to look at her. she haunted the room upstairs until nellie forced her out. the money albert had left her was dwindling by the month, she reasoned - she could use a proper, paying tenant, and lucy wasn't worth a day's work. she had begged, of course, but nellie was in a fog of grief all her own. she hardened her heart to lucy's pleas and sent her howling into the london night.

in the years benjamin was gone, she rebranded the store as mrs lovett's in hopes it would bring in new customers. it did not do much to help. having sold everything she could bear to part with (not the razors, never the razors), she briefly considered selling her body. she'd decided she'd rather die.

canon events

she is starving in more ways than just one when benjamin returns to her. she's ashamed to admit it, but it takes her a moment to recognize him. she's midway through recounting the story of what happened years ago when she notices his sickly pallor, his expression growing more grim with every new detail until he begins to tremble. at exactly the moment she sees the hope flicker and die in this strange man's eyes, she feels something stir in her. a memory, tucked away for safekeeping, of brushing hands and a shy, soft smile. it's him. it's him it's him it's him, she thinks, and feels full for the first time in a long, long while.

the lie does not feel like a lie at first. lucy is as good as dead. the thing that wanders the alleys, yowling like a cat in heat and cursing anyone who draws too near, bears no resemblance to the pretty blonde wife benjamin had loved all those years ago. the lie tumbles out of her and it feels right. kind, even.

she would've welcomed him into her bed the very night he returned if he'd wanted it. the desire that alights in her the minute she has him all cleaned up is overwhelming; she tries to sate it in the early days with little touches here and there, drinking him in whenever she can. he jumps and starts at first. she teaches him, bit by bit, to once again welcome another person's touch. she has to try very hard not to be greedy. it takes patience, but she has all the time in the world for him.

they fuck for the first time after the contest with pirelli. they return to the shop triumphant, nellie on his arm like some sort of prize. there's a mean gleam in his eyes, so unlike the brooding, far-off look they often have these days. she had loved benjamin for all the softness in his ways, but she had been little more than a girl then, softer herself. that girl had not known what it was like to be sick with hunger and grief, to be alone for days on end. there is something dark and insatiable in this new man that calls to something similar in her. he proves it to her when he takes her on the countertop. it is messy and unceremonious and she is self-conscious. he leaves flour streaks in her hair and scratches down her arms she will later admire in front of her mirror.

nellie never knew sex could be like this. she never minds when it aches and bruises. it must be good for him too, to keep him coming back every night.

sometimes, when she manages to convince him to come out for a walk around town, nellie catches sweeney watching the children at play in the streets. she knows he must be thinking of johanna and for the first time in a long time, curses her womb for the life that can never seem to take hold there. she prays at night, harder than she's ever prayed before, for a child. when toby comes into their lives, she thinks, that'll do.

she holds those hands of his every chance she gets. they are not as soft now, but she doesn't mind. she cannot believe they are hers to touch. sometimes he is receptive to her touch, even reciprocal. other times, he pulls away from her as though burned. she tries not to fret over it, but it stings a bit.

she never tires of the little terms of endearment he throws her way - "pet", "love", etc. sweeney calls her "nell" once when he is distracted. it sends a thrill through her, even as he looks so surprised that it breaks her heart a little. he never does it again, but she never stops hoping he might.

nellie knows he isn't always seeing her when he looks at her. she knows she is not what he was hoping for, but is determined to be what he longs for now.

sweeney is sullen most of the time, but on the rare occasion he is pleased with something, he whistles absent-mindedly. whenever she hears him whistling a tune from the other room, she fancies it's her that's got him so pleased and grins like the cat that got the cream.

they do not eat the pies. the time after she comes up with their new business strategy is the best either of them has eaten in their lives, though. she spoils the boys as best she can with her cooking. even her own figure fills out in places she'd always wished it would.

sometimes, she sees in him traces of what she supposes used to be benjamin. when he’s too rough with her, she isn't fussed, but still, he apologizes afterward, embarrassed. when she's especially tired after a long day, he will make a little joke, and she'll catch him waiting to see that she laughs. when she tells him sometime in late spring that her birthday is approaching, lamenting her advancing age, he remembers the day. he agrees to walk with her and lets her pick out flowers from a stall at the market. he grows cross with her when it makes her teary, but she thinks he forgives her well enough for her blubbering when she sucks him off that evening.

sweeney todd is the only real friend she's ever had. neighbors and acquaintances about town were good for a chat every now and then, for delighting in the misfortunes of one's rivals, but who else would she trust with her life like this? his violence thrills her, even frightens her on occasion, but she never doubts her safety when he holds her - until she does. and by then, it's much too late.

she's the happiest she's ever been before just days before she dies.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Rough Beginnings

Ship: Bill Fang x Sweeney Todd

Word Count: 1254

Summary: The day Bill and Sweeney met each other. A remastered fic, no clue where the original is on my old blog but either way this rewrite is probably leagues better. Ask to add CWs, I don't think anything is too bad in this fic but let me know. (Genuine)

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife @dudefrommywesterns

It was an early, grey, and foggy morning when Sweeney returned to his home city of London. It was just as he left it; disgusting and derelict, yet certainly far more lonely without the company of his dear wife Lucy and daughter Johanna. How he longed to return to them and make everything right once more. It was that longing that drove him forth down Fleet Street once he had left the piers, and his young saviour, behind. He stopped and stared outside of the building he once called home.

The top floor contained what used to be his apartment and the space in which he did business as a barber, well-liked by his regular customers. Below lived his neighbour and her pie shop. Dust and grime were caked onto the windows, even though there appeared to be some sort of effort to clean, and the building generally looked unpopular compared to other businesses on the street. He would’ve ignored this and pressed on if it weren’t for the fact an unfamiliar face was sitting on a bench outside of the pie shop, adding paint to a wind-weathered sign.

Cautiously, Sweeney approached. “Pardon me, sir, but you wouldn’t happen to know who owns this building, do you?”

The man looked up, showing a young but tired face, marked with porous scars. “Ah, yes sir, that would be my boss, Mrs. Lovett.” He frowned. “You’re not thinking of buying us out, are you?”

“What…? Oh, no, no,” he waved his hand dismissively, “that is far from the reason I’m here, don’t you worry about anything of that sort. Has anyone else resided here in your time?”

The man thought for a moment. “No, sir, just myself and Nellie… who are you?”

Sweeney cleared his throat. “I’m… no one, no one you need to worry about, anyhow. You?”

The man adjusted his newsboy cap. “Bill Fang. I’m Mrs. Lovett’s assistant.” He returned his attention to painting the sign. “Well, Mr. No-One, it would at least be appreciated if you stepped inside for a pie. We’re barely staying afloat. Nobody wants to come in because we use such cheap ingredients, but we can’t afford anything better because nobody’s coming in. That and people keep saying the shop upstairs is haunted. Tch, sir, I’ll tell you, I’ve slept up there myself and there isn’t a thing wrong with it, not a thing!”

“Have you, now?” Sweeney barred the defensive feelings rising in his chest. This stranger before him had slept in his own bed and neither Lucy nor Johanna seemed to be remembered, let alone still around. “I suppose that makes you a brave man. Lucky for both you and your employer, I haven’t had a proper meal yet.”

He nodded at the man and let himself in, the tingling of the bell overhead immediately giving away his presence. Once the door closed behind him, Bill set aside the sign on his lap and hopped up from the bench, peering through the dirty windows to catch a glimpse of how the stranger interacted with his boss. He watched him half-heartedly try one of the pies, shortly being instructed to spit it out. He watched as a lengthy, animated conversation took place. He watched as a thunderous rage came upon the stranger and he slammed his fist onto the counter, prompting Bill to rush inside.

“What’s going on??” He asked quickly, recklessly wanting to defend his employer with nothing on him but his bare hands.

“Don’t fret, William, it’s just…” Mrs. Lovett began before the both of them looked over at Sweeney as he released a great gasping sob, torn between being completely livid and utterly despaired. “Mr. Todd’s been dealt a great hand of bad luck. Wait here.”

Bewildered, Bill remained where he stood as Sweeney shakily sat at one of the dusty tables, burying his head in his hands. He looked far more miserable than when he had walked in. Before Bill could say anything more, Mrs. Lovett had returned with a handsome black case.

“Look, it doesn’t have to be the sewers or the plague hospital-- you can be a barber again!” She insisted, opening the case and setting it in front of the distraught man. The inner lining was rich, red velvet, cushioning a set of silver razors with intricate, chased handles, looking almost completely untouched. Even Bill had to gasp a little at the reveal.

“You had these all this time??” He asked, a bit outraged. “These would sell for good money, why would you…?”

“I’ll tell you later,” Mrs. Lovett insisted through clenched teeth, lightly swatting at him with a rag before waiting for Sweeney’s reaction as he examined the beautiful tools set out for him.

“My friends…” He muttered softly, holding one of the razors up to the light of the gas lamp on the table. He swallowed as he contemplated the familiarity of the tool in his hand, the sharpness of its blade. Where one door closes, another must open. He stood and set the razor back with the others, turning to Mrs. Lovett and Bill. “Yes. I’ll resume my work upstairs, however, this means I will need my room back.”

“William can bunk with me, I’m sure.” Mrs. Lovett flashed him a particular look- no arguments -before fishing a set of keys from her apron pocket and handing them to Sweeney. “Well, go on. We keep it locked up during the day to discourage vagrants.”

Without hesitation, Sweeney left the pieshop to get a proper look at the current state of his parlour and apartment, leaving Bill to stare at his employer.

“Nellie, do you know that man???” He asked, exasperated.

“Yes! Sit down, I’ll pour you some ale and tell you the whole story…”

When she finished, Bill was suddenly struck with the same nauseating outrage he knew Sweeney was feeling at that very moment.

“How do you suppose he’ll get his revenge?” He asked lowly. Mrs. Lovett regarded him silently for a moment.

“I suppose we’ll just have to see.”

It did not possibly cross Bill’s mind that Sweeney was prepared to kill due to the injustice thrust upon him as he tread upstairs. Sweeney startled as his own greeting bell rang, only to be relieved when it was just Bill.

“Something I can help you with?”

“Well, I thought you might appreciate it if I removed my belongings from your apartment.”

“Right…” Sweeney nodded, turning back toward the single window, slotted in the roof and showing a view of the terribly drab sky. Bill walked across the room and slipped into the tiny apartment, which consisted of nothing more than a bed, a dresser, and a kitchen. He pulled what little belongings he had out of the dresser, folded them neatly in his arms, and exited back into the parlour.

“Do you think it’s going to rain?”

Sweeney looked over his shoulder at him. “It tends to, in this city, if my memory serves me correctly. You know, you don’t need to make small talk with me, Fang.” He paused. “Though I do have to ask why Mrs. Lovett calls you…?”

“William? Yes, well, I made the mistake of giving her my full name and now she won’t drop it.” Bill shrugged. “As for the small talk, I’m only trying to be friendly. And just because I’m Mrs. Lovett’s assistant, don’t think I’m off limits. If you need help with anything once you get settled, just find me, alright?”

“Right.”

“Good day, Mr. Todd.”

“Good day, Fang.”

[g-kat423]

I’ve been reading through those google drive files containing those fics I loved as a teenager. It really brings me back, and not just nostalgia for my original introduction to fandom with Sweeney Todd, but the excitement I’d feel surrounding this author and their fics.

I originally found fanfiction through a now defunct fan forum dedicated to Helena Bonham Carter. There were different areas of the forum for her more popular films so Sweeney Todd had its own section. That’s when I saw the thread about Sweeney Todd fanfiction and I thought “what’s that?” Her fic was the first I clicked and I was just amazed at the fact that I could read stories about Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett ending up together rather than what happened in their original story. That of course got me into fanfiction as a whole though I mostly stuck with Sweeney Todd being my main fandom for years.

Speaking of that author though, I remember whenever she would be active on the forum, it felt like I was in the presence of a celebrity. She was so nice too and we eventually became friends, we’d talk about sims a lot. This was around the time sims 3 first came out and I had gotten the idea to Make Sweeney Todd, Mrs. Lovett, and Toby so I could have them live out the Sweenett love story I wanted. She also did the same and we’d each share what our Sweeney sims were up to with screenshots. She eventually became less active and also stopped writing. Like I said, the forum is gone now and I have no idea what she’s up to, but she was pretty cool and to think we’re both in our 30’s now. God, we were so young back then. I hope she’s doing well and found the will to write again even if she doesn’t share it publicly.

[youarestellarverse]

AWWWW 💜

And yes, I have! It actually comes up in HiOB a few times, though it's been a while, lol. It's part of what broke Percy and Annabeth up— Percy was Anthony, Rachel was Johanna, Jason was Sweeney (Thalia dyed his hair black for it) and Annabeth was Mrs. Lovett, when they were in junior year of high school. (Annabeth had trouble managing her jealousy, among other factors.)

But! Good catch, because I have it that both Rachel and Hazel are lyric coloratura first sopranos, and Johanna is written for a lyric coloratura first soprano, so she would fic-canonically be fantastic in that role— she's just too young at the time and I needed other casting for plot reasons. 😅

I'm so excited you had fun though!!!!! this has been my favorite musical since I was in high school and I'm always so happy to see it being appreciated <3333

watching my local theatre's production of Sweeney Todd and they're doing a great job I'm having a great time

the staging is amazing, i should talk about it more when it's not intermission lol

also the joanna is *amazing* i forgot how much i love her songs

(tagging @stillneedsmorekissing bc i expect you'd be interested/i kept thinking of you during the show. i don't remember if you ever cast stellarverse kids in this but. hazel as joanna?)

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 Whisper Through The ChrysalisHere’s the Media Roundup of our first even of 2018! In this roundup, you can found edits, gifset and fanmix! 

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Predators: Site B by murdergatsby

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Lee Fallon, Nigel

BearDogs (Nigel/Lee)

Whisper Through the Chrysalis by constructfairytales

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Jack Crawford, Frederick Chilton

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Hannigram

John Wick AU by amatesura

Summary: Hannibal, I’m sorry I can’t be there for you. But you still need something, someone, to love. So start with this. Because the kitchen doesn’t count. I love you, Hannibal. This illness has loomed over us for a long time, and now that I have found my peace, find yours. Until that day, your best friend, Will.

Mature

Major Character Death

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

La belle et la bête by amatesura

Summary:

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Lonely Soldiers: The Normal Heart AU by youandihavebeguntoblur

Summary: Between 1981 and 1984, the rise of the HIV-AIDS crisis in New York City mobilized the writer/activist Jørgen “Citron” Schmith to found a prominent HIV advocacy group. His fight to get governmental help against the “Gay Cancer” will lead him to meet Ellis A. Bartlett, a ruthless journalist ready to help him in his struggle to save many human lives.

Mature

Major Character Death

Ellis Ashmead-Bartlett, Citron,

Lonely Soldiers (Ellis/Citron)

▬ OTHER KIND OF MEDIA

Today 4 U by shiphitsthefan

Summary: A BearDogs fanmix for the fic “Today 4 U”

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Lee Fallon, Nigel

BearDogs (Nigel/Lee)

[broadwayinabox]

So I did that thing where you write for 4 days straight and end up with a 30,000 word (completed) Sweenett fic.

For all my Baby AU/Young Ben Barker/Nellie Lovett people…

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Side by Side in The Dead of Night

Ship: Sweeney Todd x Bill Fang

Word Count: 1111 (Initially part of a larger 2240 word fic, the first half was a rewrite of the scene in which Sweeney kills Pirelli but didn't have much to do with his relationship with my s/i | You can read that version here!!)

Summary: Condensed to the part of the fic that actually features Sweeney and Bill interacting; restless sleeping in the same room as Mrs. Lovett and Tobias Ragg, Bill visits the upstairs neighbour and shares a quiet moment with him. CWs for implied murder, brief reference to what happened to Lucy, Sweeney being a bit obsessive/possessive toward the end.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @dudefrommywesterns

Later that night, when the new moon hung like a dark ghost in the sky, Bill awoke from his place on the floor in Mrs. Lovett’s apartment. Sighing and rubbing his back as he sat up, he glanced between the silhouette of his employer on her bed and the young boy on the nearby loveseat. Mrs. Lovett snored like a freight train, and Tobias kept turning like a hog on a spit, adding the sound of shuffling fabric to the cacophony. As much as he didn’t regret giving Sweeney back his apartment, Bill certainly longed for a bed of his own again. Pushing onto his feet and pulling his nightshirt closer to his skin, he ventured out into the eerie stillness of the pieshop, shrouded in darkness.

His breath quickening, Bill quickly scrabbled around for a candlestick and a match to light his path. Though comforted by the familiar yellow light, it did little to slow his heart rate. He hated his fear of the dark, but on these streets could it really be considered irrational? His feet moving of their own accord, Bill traipsed out of the shop like a wraith and climbed the stairs to the tonsorial parlour above. He tried the door and found it miraculously unlocked, allowing himself inside. Raising the candle higher, he paused for a moment and tried to familiarize himself with how the parlour looked, now that it was actually occupied. There was an old vanity, a chair from downstairs, an empty bucket, and a trunk. How surprising it was that so few items changed the place completely, Of course, the trunk had been there when Bill had come looking for work, but besides this, everything else was new- in the sense that it had not been there before, and not in that any of it was freshly made.

He stepped forward and gasped as a floorboard creaked below his foot, his heart dropping into his stomach as he froze. He really didn’t want to wake Sweeney up. He had only come up here for a little bit of a reprieve from the changes downstairs. The door to Sweeney’s apartment began to open. Shit, shit, shit!

“Who’s there?” Sweeney called out gruffly as his eyes adjusted. “Fang???”

Bill nodded hesitantly, bringing his other foot up to rest beside the first as he swallowed. “I didn’t mean to wake you, sir.”

“Then why come up here at this time of night in the first place?” The barber eyed him suspiciously. “Haven’t come to steal anything, have you?”

“Wha-- no, no, of course not!” Bill sighed, coming to lean against the wall. “I just… I couldn’t sleep. I’m not used to sharing a room with one person, let alone two. I was seeking familiarity.”

There was a pause as Sweeney’s suspicions slowly ebbed away, replaced with sympathy. “I didn’t mean to be short with you.”

“I mean, it is the middle of the night, I kind of deserve it.”

“Hm.” The two stood awkwardly apart from each other for a moment before Sweeney approached. “I’ll sit with you, then, since I’m already up.”

Bill cocked his head at his acquaintance before the two sat on the floor, shoulder to shoulder, the candle set between them.

“You were fantastic today, by the way,” Bill said after a moment. “I’ve never seen someone shave a face so quickly, especially since you were just letting Pirelli showboat like that.”

Sweeney smiled slightly. “It just goes to show that the true key to achieving success is passion. Pirelli was a fraud, through and through. He had no chance against me.”

“I believe it. After all, that Tobias kid was wearing a wig! As much as it’s weird having a kid around here, it’s probably for the best if Pirelli doesn’t come back.” Another pause, in which Sweeney watched Bill closely. Would he be able to stomach associating with someone who killed in the name of righteousness? “Do you really think you’re going to get the beadle in here before the end of the week?”

“I damn well hope so.”

“I’m sorry about what happened. I know that doesn’t change anything but… I just want you to know there are still people you can trust in London.”

Sweeney met Bill’s eyes, softening by the moment. “Thank you, Bill. You’re very kind. Where have you come from, anyway?” He shifted against the wall, stretching out one of his legs. “You surely know everything about me thanks to Mrs. Lovett, but I don’t know a thing about you.”

“I was born and raised in America, but left for greener pastures… Ireland, to be more specific. I have family roots there but never met another Fang in my time. I came to England to seek further education but somewhere along the road I lost my way and ended up working here, and that’s how it’s been ever since.”

“America?” Sweeney interjected, surprised. “You don’t sound American to me.”

Bill laughed softly. “You would be correct. I’ve always had a habit of picking up others’ mannerisms… I can’t remember what I sounded like before I came to Europe.”

“Tell me more. What are you interested in?”

Settling in, Bill began to tell Sweeney of his passions. The arts; music, writing, acting, he had an affinity for almost all of it. Travelling, though he hadn’t done much of it, he always loved learning about other peoples’ cultures. He loved to bake and wished Mrs. Lovett had a better kitchen. He didn’t mind helping out around the shop and found cleaning relaxing, though he had to admit the scenery was less than uplifting.

“There are still plenty of things I don’t know about you, Sweeney… would… would it help you to talk about Lucy?” Bill eventually asked hesitantly. Colour burned in Sweeney’s face and his lips trembled as he avoided Bill’s gaze. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” they immediately backpedalled.

“I-I… Lucy is… was…” Sweeney tried, but for once, the words escaped him. He sniffed hard, refusing to let tears escape him in front of someone who was practically a stranger to him.

“It’s alright,” Bill said softly, reaching for Sweeney’s hand. The barber took it and held tight, silently looking away. His eyes landed on the trunk containing O’Higgins’ body. He opened his mouth to ask Bill his opinions on violent revenge, then closed it before he could speak. Bill ran his thumb along the outside of Sweeney’s hand and he closed his eyes, a gasp caught in his chest. How long it had been since a gentle hand had touched his own. Bill was going to stay. Bill had to stay.