Benjamin Barker's POV:
Benjamin had finally made it to London, he set the daisy gently into the pocket inside of his jacket. He went across the street to Fleet Street, entering Mrs. Lovett's meat pie shop. He scrunched his nose slightly at the stench, his eyes landing on a woman who was to busy chopping up something. He made his way to leave, figuring that she might just be ignoring him when she looked up, a excited expression coming onto her face. She ushered him to sit, and because he had nowhere else to go he sat down, watching her with slight disgust at the bugs crawling around, Mrs. Lovett managed to kill one now and then.
He hesitated before taking a bite out of one of her pies, causing him to revolt as he spit the disgusting shit onto the floor. Mrs. Lovett than set down a glass of ale to help him with the awful flavor, and as soon as he took a sip, he gagged as he felt it slightly burned his throat.
"Ah, sir...times is hard. Times is hard.." Mrs. Lovett stated, moving to him and took away his cup of ale. "Trust me, dearie. It's gonna take a lot more than ale to wash that taste out. Come with me, I'll pour you a glass of gin." Mrs. Lovett stated, and Benjamin stood, following her to her room. As they spoke, Mrs. Lovett began to tell him a story about (Y/N), Benjamin listened to her closely.
"There was a barber and his wife, and he was beautiful. A proper artist with a knife, but they transported him for life. And he was beautiful." Mrs. Lovett began, pausing. "Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker." Mrs. Lovett stated, Benjamin not reacting as he continued to listen. "He had this wife, you see. Pretty little thing, silly little nit. Had a chance for the moon on a string. Poor thing, poor thing..There was this judge you see, wanted her like mad. Everyday he sent her a flower, but did she come down from her tower? Sat up there and sobbed by the hour. Poor fool, ah, but there was worse yet to come, poor thing." Mrs. Lovett slightly paused, only causing me to get more invested into the story. "Well, Beadle calls on her all polite. Poor thing, poor thing. The judge, he tells her, is all contrite. He blames himself for her dreadful plight. She must come straight to his house tonight. Poor thing, poor thing. Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing. They're 'aving this ball all in masks. There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing! She wanders tormented, and drinks,
poor thing! The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing! 'Oh, where is Judge Turpin?' She asks. He was there, all right--Only not so contrite! She wasn't no match for such craft, you see, and everone thought it so droll. They figured she had to be daft, you see, so all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see. Poor soul! Poor thing!" Mrs. Lovett finishes, explaining that Judge Turpin had shamelessly raped (Y/N), causing Benjamin to stand from the chair he had sat in, holding back tears.
"NO! Would no one have mercy her?" Benjamin asked, his voice sounded broken as he asked her. "So it is you...Benjamin Barker." Mrs. Lovett whispered under her breath. "Where is (Y/N)? Where is my wife?" Benjamin asked, a single tear rolling down his face. "She's locked away, with Johanna. They're locked away in Judge Turpin's home, Mr. Barker." Mrs. Lovett stated, Benjamin turned and faced her. "Not Barker, it's Todd now. Sweeney Todd, and I'll have my revenge." Sweeney growled under his breath, causing Mrs. Lovett to lightly nod.
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Sweeney Todd x Female Reader
HorrorSweeney Todd, who used to be known as Benjamin Barker, was dragged away from his wife, (Y/N), and his daughter, Johanna, on what seemed to be a unusual sunny day in London. He spent 15 years on the island he was sent away to, which is now known as...
