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Fandom: Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Pairing:Sweeney/Lovett
Length:29,142
Author: Azurelacroix
Author Website: Azurelacroix
Why this must be read: This is, as far as I can determine, the only fic that most Sweeney fans will accept as a continuation. I have found another, more recent and less well known, one as well, which I will be reccing in the next week.
It works...in a scarily fantastic way without woobifying either Sweeney or Lovett.
You can't help but feel sorry for Toby, though.
Mrs. Eleanor Lovett had been born into a large family consisting of three brothers. At any given time during her childhood, she could be found in their presence, sharing in their games, wrestling with them for a bit of toffee, a toy truck, or a penny found in the street. Their mother had long ago given up the effort of preventing little Nellie from joining in the sibling rivalry. With her tough little fists and quick reflexes, Eleanor found she could defend herself quite effectively. She grew up poor and resilient, and struggling against a long legacy of failure and poverty, she had made something of herself. And damned if she was going to die like this.
Pairing:Sweeney/Lovett
Length:29,142
Author: Azurelacroix
Author Website: Azurelacroix
Why this must be read: This is, as far as I can determine, the only fic that most Sweeney fans will accept as a continuation. I have found another, more recent and less well known, one as well, which I will be reccing in the next week.
It works...in a scarily fantastic way without woobifying either Sweeney or Lovett.
You can't help but feel sorry for Toby, though.
Mrs. Eleanor Lovett had been born into a large family consisting of three brothers. At any given time during her childhood, she could be found in their presence, sharing in their games, wrestling with them for a bit of toffee, a toy truck, or a penny found in the street. Their mother had long ago given up the effort of preventing little Nellie from joining in the sibling rivalry. With her tough little fists and quick reflexes, Eleanor found she could defend herself quite effectively. She grew up poor and resilient, and struggling against a long legacy of failure and poverty, she had made something of herself. And damned if she was going to die like this.
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