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Mr. Todd (Part 2)🖤

details:
smut (YUHHH GET INTO ITTT)
some strong language
It had been around 3 years after the incident with Mr. Todd, and you were now 23. Everything is dandy until he asks you something daring.
(I will be twisting stuff from the original movie so Miss Lovett doesn't die, and Sweeney isn't held accountable for the murders and he doesn't die either.

( I am literally not good at language from the old days this movie was set in so bear with me here. it's pretty short.)

"(Y/N), dear, could you come here real quick?" Miss Lovett called out from the bakery.

You put down your book and make your way to the bakery, walking in and seeing Miss Lovett sitting at the table with Toby.

"Yes, mother?" You ask.

"Toby and I are going out shopping at the market. Would you like to stay with Mr. T and keep him company?"

Miss Lovett winks. During the few years you had hidden your relationship with him from her, she eventually found out when she caught you cuddling with him on his lap in the shop, drifting off to sleep as he held you. There wasn't much of an explanation for that.

"Um...sure. Unless you want me to come with, then?"

"I'll have Toby here help me. Could you make sure the gin's all stocked, too? Toby's still drinking like a mad lad."

You grin and nod, looking over at Toby, who smiled at you. He was like a brother to you now.

"I'll stay, then. Mr. Todd is up in his shop, yes?" You ask, dusting off your dress of any dust.

"Yep," Miss Lovett said, getting up from her seat and grabbing her coin purse. "We'll be back in a tick, alright?"

"Alright. Take care, mother."

Toby waves you off, smiling politely.

You sigh, looking at the grandfather clock and seeing that it was almost noon. You make your way to the restroom and loosen your corset, gasping. No matter what, you had always felt the need to tighten it as much as possible to flatter others and not even yourself.

You tossed the corset into the hamper of the restroom, making your way to the living room and sitting back down on the couch, resuming your reading.

You hear the front door jingle. Raising an eyebrow, you croon your neck just a bit to see who it was.

It was Sweeney, returning from upstairs. You sigh in relief, knowing he couldn't care less if you had your corset on or not.

You smile, getting up slowly to visit him.

"Ah, (Y/N). How are you?" He asks with a slight smile.

"I'm great, darling. How are you holding up on your lonesome up there?"

"Without you? Ah, I'm practically useless."

"Aw, you're not useless. You've got me."

Sweeney pulls you in for a hug, patting your hair. "Thank you, my dear. I...need to speak with you upstairs. You wouldn't mind coming with, hm?"

You shook your head. "No, I don't mind at all. Just let me get my corset o--"

"Leave your corset here, dear."

You nod slowly. "Alright."

Sweeney leads you upstairs. With no corset, you felt a bit naked and insecure.