WARNING!!!!!
This stuff will be dark dark and smutty so have fun with that ;-;
Y/n has just moved into London in attempts to find the man that had ruined her life by murdering her entire family in front of her (will be explained)
After years of buil...
Walking back inside to the bakery, I find Nellie behind the counter placing a bag down by the side of her. She looks up, finding me walking up to her and gives me a warm smile, " 'Ello dearie, sorry if i took too long, business took longer than it should of. I hope Mr .T didn't give ya any trouble?" She glances my way.
I shrug it off, 'Not at all" She smiles once more, finishing off tiding around the counter, which is still covered in flour....and a few dead cockroaches. I like Nellie already though, she gives off this warm, motherly feeling which calms me and makes me wonder what it would've been like to grow up with a mother. Something like that is something I haven't felt in such a long time. It feels good. Feels almost like home. If i can even remember what that feels like. Although, i still get a uneasy feeling about the strange man upstairs that shares the same 'unique' interest in knifes. Though i doubt that he has the same interest on how to use them. Which reminds me, i planned on looking around the area to get an idea of where is the best place to kill. The sun has recently gone down and I doubt any 'more' customers will be coming in today.
"Is it okay if i go for a little walk, just to clear my head from the boat journey. My legs still feel a little wobbly from the constant shake." I ask hoping she doesn't mind as I've practically just arrived.
"Course y/n, I wouldn't make ya work on the first hour of arriving. I'll get your room ready whilst your out" She rushes out the room disappearing into another. I take this time to pull my black scarf out of my bag, placing it over my head in order to cover my face, walking out the door and into the dark streets of London....
Sweeney's POV:
Mrs Lovett failed to mention that we'd be having company. She failed to mention anything at all. When she walked into the room, i was taken back by her appearance, short h/c that just touches her shoulders, her pale skin with a hint of pink on her cheeks. Her dark eyes that never left mine.
This distracts me from what i was originally doing and I can't help but notice a small bag she is carrying on her shoulders. Weird. Who travels with such short luggage? She mustn't plan to stay long if so. Good. That's good. I wont have to worry about her getting in my way. I have a job to do. I came home to find the man that had taken everything from me. Stole from me. Killed from me.
Her voice echoes through the air, causing me to focus back on the whole scenery. She introduces herself and I can't help but feel mesmerised by her sweet delicate voice. And now I can't help but walk over and place a kiss on her hand. The way she looks up at me sends a flashback to my darling Lucy, the way she would look up at me, her eyes sparkling, her beautiful golden hair surrounding her face.
I drop her hand instantly, regretting how harsh I intended to do so. I wont be distracted by her. She's just another person in this world. A world, where everyone deserves to die. Maybe.
Nellie leaves us alone, and i take the chance to turn away and look out the large window beside the room. I hoped that this would send the message that i wish to be alone, though it does the quite opposite. She attempts to make small talk, but i do nothing but reply with small sentences. Her voice distracts me from trying to ignore her. Her whole presence i distracting. Why...
I notice some footsteps moving, hoping its her leaving, but when i turn my head, i see her holding one of my blades on the side. A small feeling of angers pierces through me, annoyed that she had the audacity to even place her hands on my precious tools. Their mine to hold. Mine to care for. I stalk over to her, ready to snatch them out of her hands. But when I'm close enough, i see in the reflection that she's grinning. She grinning at my knifes, almost like a crazy person. I go closer to her, her breathing ever so slightly sped up - she must of sensed me. But she doesn't move her body, only her fingers, that graze ever so slowly over the sharp edges of the blade. She being careful with them, not manhandling them like toys. Im almost intrigued to why it is she is so fascinated with my blades. Maybe she sees something in them. In a way that i do.
No...I doubt that....
Before I realise I'm reaching out, surrounding her body, but not touching her, no matter how close I get, I don't dare touch her. She has this peculiar aroma that I can't quite catch, but it's familiar. I'm sure I know this smell... My hands wrap around the blade and i remove it from her grasp, "these are my friends...." I whisper in her ear.
For some reason I feel possessive of this moment....possessive of how my body crowds her, the way we both melt into this piece of memorising a single blade. It's odd but, it feels nice, almost like we already have something in common....and it had to be my fucking blade.
Before I lose myself, I back away turning to face the window once more. This is dangerous. I shouldn't be showing some stranger my tools. What if she questions my behaviour with them? What if she goes and mentions my name? She could ruin everything, ruin m-
"Wanna see mine"
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I'm confused and stunned to hear her say this. See hers?? I look over to find her reaching into the small bag she carries, pulling out a black blade with sharp cut edges. She looks proud of her blade, though I notice the lack of skill that was used to sharpen the edges.
My opinion on this seems to offend her. Almost agitate her. I spoke the truth. If she can't handle a single criticism then I can't imagine how she'll manage with Mrs Lovett.
Speaking of the devil. I hear Mrs Lovett call out from below. Causing y/n to turn to the door ready to walk out. "It is a beautiful piece..." I call out. That wasn't a lie. It was a beautiful piece, minus the sharpened edges. But I can tell she put effort into making it look professional to a certain extent.
She smiles and I swear my chest tightens at the sight. Her eyes look at me up and down, landing down below my waist ....towards my crotch...fuck Don't go there Sweeney...don't. go. there.
She leaves and finally it feels like I can breath again. That y/n is different....odd even. Maybe dangerous. But I kinda like that, she seems like she can be useful in some way..
Besides, why the fuck would she be carrying around a knife, without the means to use it ....
