Fanfic 100 - 089 Work
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dolevalanTitle: A Respectable Business
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Characters: Mrs. Lovett, Lucy Barker, Albert Lovett
Prompt: 089, Work
Word Count: 518
Rating: G
Author's Notes: I always wondered about Mr. Lovett. Just a quickie this time.
Albert Lovett was pleased with his wife. She was pleasant to look at, though nothing to the angel upstairs. But then again, few women in London could measure against Lucy Barker, and Nellie was not at all bad looking. They had never been grossly in love like the couple upstairs, it was true, but they were…comfortable together. He didn’t really mind her constant stream of chatter. It had become reassuring to him, the way Nellie talked on. A comfort, like the feel of the warm oven.
She was clever, for a woman. He kept her back in the bake house, mostly, as his quiet manner was more conducive to return customers, but she had many practical ideas for increasing their business. Albert even implemented one or two of them.
When he and Nellie had first been married, he was going to take her to the seaside, but the business got in the way. His father had been dead four years, and there was no one else to tend the shop. They simply couldn’t afford to be closed for a week. She had understood, and he had promised to make it up to her, eventually.
So their honeymoon was spent up to their elbows in flour. He had been making meat pies since he was old enough to handle a rolling pin, and his patience made him a natural teacher. Nellie played a bit faster and looser than a baker should, but she had a natural talent for carving the butcher’s meat. A bit unconventional for a woman, but she didn’t have the touch for the dough. Why should she, after all? These things take time to learn. So she carved while he kneaded.
The business flourished. She convinced him not to hire anyone to help them; between the two, they could handle the volume, with occasional help from their upstairs lodgers. Nellie was always quick to volunteer to go up and ask for help from the Barkers. Nor could Albert complain of Lucy’s assistance while her husband was off at work; she was charming and glowing in the way a woman in love can be. The glow only increased as she became rounder with the growing child, and she was an ornament to the business. Judge Turpin and Beadle Bamford even began eating regularly at his establishment, a feat his father would never have dreamed of. High profile customers like that, and he might be able to buy a bigger shop some day.
Nellie often sang as she worked. She sang the same way she made pies; with an abundance of enthusiasm and little regard for the rules of normal musicality. But Lucy would sometimes put on a little harmony, and Albert had to smile to himself. It was not perfect, no, but it was nice. Satisfactory. Much like his life. He spent the day baking pies, and the evening relaxing in his wife’s company, her constant stream of words hovering around him like the smoke from his pipe. A man had a sturdy, respectable business, and a sturdy, respectable wife; what more could he ask for, really?
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Characters: Mrs. Lovett, Lucy Barker, Albert Lovett
Prompt: 089, Work
Word Count: 518
Rating: G
Author's Notes: I always wondered about Mr. Lovett. Just a quickie this time.
Albert Lovett was pleased with his wife. She was pleasant to look at, though nothing to the angel upstairs. But then again, few women in London could measure against Lucy Barker, and Nellie was not at all bad looking. They had never been grossly in love like the couple upstairs, it was true, but they were…comfortable together. He didn’t really mind her constant stream of chatter. It had become reassuring to him, the way Nellie talked on. A comfort, like the feel of the warm oven.
She was clever, for a woman. He kept her back in the bake house, mostly, as his quiet manner was more conducive to return customers, but she had many practical ideas for increasing their business. Albert even implemented one or two of them.
When he and Nellie had first been married, he was going to take her to the seaside, but the business got in the way. His father had been dead four years, and there was no one else to tend the shop. They simply couldn’t afford to be closed for a week. She had understood, and he had promised to make it up to her, eventually.
So their honeymoon was spent up to their elbows in flour. He had been making meat pies since he was old enough to handle a rolling pin, and his patience made him a natural teacher. Nellie played a bit faster and looser than a baker should, but she had a natural talent for carving the butcher’s meat. A bit unconventional for a woman, but she didn’t have the touch for the dough. Why should she, after all? These things take time to learn. So she carved while he kneaded.
The business flourished. She convinced him not to hire anyone to help them; between the two, they could handle the volume, with occasional help from their upstairs lodgers. Nellie was always quick to volunteer to go up and ask for help from the Barkers. Nor could Albert complain of Lucy’s assistance while her husband was off at work; she was charming and glowing in the way a woman in love can be. The glow only increased as she became rounder with the growing child, and she was an ornament to the business. Judge Turpin and Beadle Bamford even began eating regularly at his establishment, a feat his father would never have dreamed of. High profile customers like that, and he might be able to buy a bigger shop some day.
Nellie often sang as she worked. She sang the same way she made pies; with an abundance of enthusiasm and little regard for the rules of normal musicality. But Lucy would sometimes put on a little harmony, and Albert had to smile to himself. It was not perfect, no, but it was nice. Satisfactory. Much like his life. He spent the day baking pies, and the evening relaxing in his wife’s company, her constant stream of words hovering around him like the smoke from his pipe. A man had a sturdy, respectable business, and a sturdy, respectable wife; what more could he ask for, really?
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