Sweeney Todd x Reader

Chapter One

  You walked down the cobble road, your dark red dress swaying as you go. The corset you had worn was starting to get a bit uncomfortable but there was nothing you could do. Your name was (y/n) and you had just bought a building in London. It was originally owned by a lady named Miss. Lovett, and she was known for her meat pies. Sadly, they were known for not being the best. Did you mind to learn more? Not really. Your main point was to buy the building and turn it into a new bakery. You were more nervous then excited, because Miss. Lovett had went mentally ill, so only the lord knows how it looks now.
  You turned the corner, happy to see you finally made it to Fleet Street. That was where the building was. You sped up your pace a bit, your heels clicking on the ground as you went. You saw the sign and your heart dropped. The building was murky, the walls were a dark, dimmed out brown, and you could visibly see the bugs crawling around. This was far from acceptable. You let out a long sigh and made your way inside. Just looking around you wanted to scream. You couldn't though as that wasn't the lady thing to do.
After looking around and making your way to the back, you looked at the main room and smiled. At least the rooms weren't as bad as the main seating area. These would be the last thing you'd focus on. You knew there was a room upstairs but you haven't quite gotten the full story on that. You haven't even gotten the full story on the building. You made your way around, looking in every corner. You were excited to start the day.

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He slowly made his way through the streets. It had gotten darker since he was shipped away for that stupid, ridiculous false charge. The judge was going to pay, and after that he was going to find his wife and daughter. But first, his home.
  Sweeney Todd.
   Sweeney Todd was his new name. His new identity. The judge wouldn't recognize him either as his face has gotten thinner and his hair was a total new look. Nobody would recognize him.
  He arrived at Fleet Street and turned the corner. He froze in his tracks. A woman had walked into his home, and as he looked up he saw the sign. Miss. Lovett? Who the hell was Miss. Lovett? He glares at the doors and made his way to his used-to-be home.
  Nobody was supposed to buy his family treasure, and he wasn't going to let that woman stay.

Only if the both of you knew what was in store for your lives.