Imagine your brother is coming to visit you and your husband, Sweeney Todd.

*Requested by Storm11205*

It was early in the morning as you were walking up the stairs to your husband's barbershop with some groceries in a basket that you had gotten from the market earlier and a couple of letters that Mrs. Lovett, the owner of the meat pie shop down below, had given to you a moment ago. Once you got inside, you set down the basket and pulled out the letters to see what they were. When you saw your name on the second letter, you were completely surprised to see who it was from.

"Sweeney! Darling, come in here!" You were exclaimed out loud to get your husband, Sweeney Todd's, attention. He soon walked out of your shared bedroom, with his white shirt not buttoned up all the way and his dark hair with a white stripe on the right  side not combed all the way. He let out a yawn before he asked, groggily, "What is it, (y/n)?" "I just received a letter from my brother." You began to tell him. "And what does he want?" Sweeney questioned. "He told me that he had just finished a case and he's coming to London to see us. He'll be here in two days." You responded, excitedly.

But Sweeney's reaction was a lot different than yours. He stood there all nervous and in disbelief. "Sweeney, are you alright?" You asked him. "Um, not really, my dear (y/n)." He answered. "What is it? Are you not excited to meet my brother or something?" You questioned. "That's exactly it. I'm not really looking forward to meeting your brother." Sweeney responded, as he walked by you to go to the mirror while he was buttoning up his shirt.

"Sweeney, I get that you might be a little nervous because you've never met my brother. But what is it that makes you not excited to see your brother-in-law for the first time?" You asked, while you walked towards Sweeney and stood behind him. "Because from what you had told me about him makes me not want to meet him. He's quirky, skittish, and disturbed by death and blood, despite his occupation. Plus, I don't know if he's going to like me or not when he meets me." Sweeney explained, while he was scrambling to tie his tie around his neck but he wasn't concentrating.

"Here, let me help you." You offered, and, then, you turned him so that he was facing you and you began to help him with the tie. "I understand how you feel, darling, and I know sometimes you don't like to meet new people. But I wish that you would give my brother a chance. After all, we only got each other since our parents died. He is a constable of New York City and it's a bit...difficult for him when dealing with those two things on the job, but at least he has always been protective of me since I am his little sister. I'm sure he will love you, not just like you, Sweeney." You said, right as soon as you finished fixing his tie.

Afterwards, Sweeney grabbed a comb and looked at himself in the mirror while combing his hair, while he was deep in thought. Once he was done, he let out a sigh and turned around to face you and said, "Alright. I'll give him a chance. I'll do it for you, my dear (y/n)." You smiled after he said that and, then, you kissed him on the lips with him kissing you back. You pulled away from the kiss and said to him, "Thank you, Sweeney. I really appreciate it. Now finish getting dressed while I go make us some breakfast." "Alright, love." Sweeney responded, and, then, you took the basket of groceries and began making breakfast.

***

About a year ago, you decided to travel the world to seek out adventures and explore what there was that you never knew existed. But when you arrived in London, you had a change of plans when you met Sweeney. It was love at first sight when you met him at Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Shop and he took an instant liking to you when he saw you like you were an angel. You learned about his past when you were getting to know him and he decided to move on after learning about his wife, Lucy's, death. But you completely supported him of wanting to get revenge on Judge Turpin, the corrupt man who sent Sweeney to prison on a false charge fifteen years ago. After months of being together, Sweeney asked for your hand in marriage and you both got married in a small private wedding.

You were happy that you found the love of your life. But at the same time, you were sad that you left your life with your brother in New York City. Your brother raised you most of your life since both your parents died and it was difficult to leave him when you went traveling. But once you met married Sweeney, you wrote a letter to notify your brother that you were staying in London with be with your newlywed husband. He wrote back that he was sad, but fine with your decision, yet wasn't able to attend your wedding because of his occupation being so busy. But he did promise that he would come and visit you and Sweeney one day.

***

It was around the evening as you were waiting at the dock for your brother as it was said what time his ship would arrive. As soon as the ship docked, all of the passengers were getting off. Once there were less people, your eyes immediately went to the last passenger with a suitcase. It was none other than your brother, Ichabod Crane.

"Ichabod!" You exclaimed, excitedly, as you ran towards him and embraced him in a gentle hug. He hugged you back and said, "Oh, (y/n). I've missed you so much." You pulled away from the hug and looked at him and said back, "I've missed you too, Ichabod. I'm so glad you're here." "I am too. I couldn't stop thinking about you and I...I just can't believe my own little sister is married." Ichabod said. "Happily married!" You added, holding up your left hand to show him your engagement ring. "Have you found that special woman yet, Ichy?" You asked, calling him by his nickname. "Unfortunately, I haven't, (y/n)." Ichabod answered.

"Speaking of which, where's your husband?" "Oh, Sweeney had an appointment with a client. But you'll get to him once we get to our home on Fleet Street." You said, and, then, you walked towards the carriage, with Ichabod following behind you. Once you both got in, you told the coachman where to go and he drove the coach to Fleet Street.

***

When you and Ichabod reached Fleet Street, you both got out of the coach and headed inside Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Shop, where you met up with Mrs. Lovett and Toby. "Evening, (y/n)." Toby said. "Good evening Toby." "Evening, (y/n), deary. I see you've brought company with you." Mrs. Lovett spoke, while she was taking a tray filled with freshly baked meat pies out of the oven. "Evening, Mrs. Lovett. I thought I would stop by so that I could introduce you both to my brother, Ichabod Crane." You introduced, while to Ichabod standing next to you.

Mrs. Lovett instantly slammed the tray on the counter when she saw Ichabod. "Well, bless my eyes. So this is the brother you've been talking about." She said, as she walked around the counter and walked up to Ichabod, with her hand out. "Hello, darling. Please to finally meet you. I'm Mrs. Lovett, the owner of the meat pie shop." She introduced herself. Ichabod took her hand and almost kissed the top of it until he was disgusted when he saw the flour on her hand. "Uh, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Lovett." He said, politely. "(y/n) has told us so much about you. But she didn't mention that she had a rather handsome looking brother." Mrs. Lovett, with a flirtatious smirk appearing on her lips, making Ichabod slightly uncomfortable.

"Pleased to meet you, sir. I'm Toby." Toby introduced himself, when he appeared next to Mrs. Lovett, making her annoyed that her moment with Ichabod was ruined. "Please to meet you, Toby. Such a young lad to be working here." Ichabod responded. "I don't mind at all, sir. I do it for the sake of Mrs. Lovett." "Yes, that's quite nice, Toby, but we need to service this gentleman. Would you like a nice juicy meat pie? I make them myself." Mrs. Lovett asked. "That's, uh, very kind of you, madam, but I plan to have a nice dinner with my sister and brother in law later. Speaking of which, when will meet your husband, (y/n)?" Ichabod asked. "Sweeney should be done with his client, so you come meet him—" You were about to say.

But before you could finish, Sweeney walked inside the shop and stood there, surprised, when he saw Ichabod. "Right now." You finished saying. "Sweeney, darling, I'm so glad you're finally here. We were just about to come up and meet you. Come over here." You told him, which he did and he stood next to you as he didn't break his eye contact with Ichabod. "Sweeney, I like you to meet my older brother, Ichabod Crane. Ichabod, this is my husband, Sweeney Todd." You introduced both of them to each other before you stepped back so that they could get aquatinted.

The two gentlemen stared at each other for a few seconds until Ichabod broke the silence when he cleared his throat and spoke. "It's...It's very nice to finally meet you, Sweeney." He said. "It's nice to be aquatinted with you, Ichabod. (y/n) has been telling me a lot about you." Sweeney said back, holding his hand out. Ichabod took his hand and Sweeney squeezed it before he shook it before releasing his brother in law's hand. "I must say you have quite the grip there, Sweeney." Ichabod said, while shaking his hand. "I'm a barber. I keep a very firm grip on my razor all day." Sweeney responded.

Then, Sweeney instantly came up with an idea. "You know what, Ichabod? You just gave me an idea. How about a shave while I get to know you?" He asked. When he said that, it worried you. "Sweeney." You started to say. "No need to fear, my dear (y/n). I just want to get to know my brother in law and give him that's on the house." Sweeney explained, with a smirk. "Well, actually, I had already not to long ago before I traveled here. But my hair is getting quite long. Would a trim work instead?" Ichabod asked. At first, Sweeney was a bit disappointed, but, then, he perked up and said, "Very well. It's a trim you'll get. Come with me."

Afterwards, he motioned Ichabod to walk out the door, which he did, and he was about to follow behind him, but you grabbed his arm to stop him. "Don't get any ideas, Sweeney." You told him, firmly. "I won't do anything to him, (y/n). He's just getting a trim." Sweeney responded, with a nod. You nodded back at him and released his arm and he walked out of the shop with Ichabod.

When the two gentlemen got to the barbershop, Sweeney gestured Ichabod towards the barber chair and Ichabod sat in it. Then, Sweeney grabbed the white cape and draped it over Ichabod's body so that only his head was showing. "Now, then, how shall you like your hair to be cut, Ichabod?" Sweeney asked, while he was grabbing a pair of scissors and a comb. "Uh, no need to cut it short. Just a nice trim would be preferable." Ichabod answered. "Very well. I shall trim it how you like it while we talk." Sweeney said, as he walked towards Ichabod, gently grabbed a strand of his dark brown hair, and combed it.

"How do you like London so far, Ichabod?" Sweeney began the conversation while he continued combing Ichabod's hair. "It's rather interesting. I mean, I haven't seen much of it since I've arrived. But (y/n) offered to take me on a tour later while I'm here." Ichabod answered. "Would rather live here to be closer to (y/n) since she is your sister?" Sweeney asked, as he finished combing the last strand and set the comb down. "I guess I never really thought about that. I mean, I guess I would if she wanted me to. After all, you both are the only living relatives I have left." Ichabod said, as he felt Sweeney trimming his hair. "I completely understand that." Sweeney responded.

In all honesty, having a good, normal conversation with Ichabod was relaxing for Sweeney. He had doubts about meeting him and what he was like with his frightened, quirky personality. But now he felt happy to have Ichabod for a brother in law the more he got to know him while he was giving him a trim. He never had any intention of harming his brother in law in the first place.

"So, how's it like to have (y/n) in your life, Sweeney?" Ichabod asked. "It's wonderful. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me ever since I got back to London after being sent to prison fifteen years ago." Sweeney answered, and, then, he froze at the end when he realized what he had said at the end because he nearly forgot that Ichabod's occupation as a constable.

Ichabod turned his head abruptly so that he was facing Sweeney. "You were in prison?" He asked. Sweeney sighed before he said, "I was sent to prison on a false charge that was made by a corrupt man named Judge Turpin. He did it because he wanted my wife Lucy all to himself. He took everything from me; my wife, my daughter Johanna, and my life. I was brought back to London fifteen years later and I learned from Mrs. Lovett that Lucy had poisoned herself after Turpin did something horrible to her and he's got Johanna as his ward. Since then, I've been finding a way to plot my revenge against Turpin. But I swear to you, Ichabod, I love (y/n) with all my heart and I would do anything to protect her."

There was nothing but silence for a moment as it seemed like Ichabod was deep in thought and, then, he finally spoke. "If that's what happened to you, Sweeney, then, I shall personally see to it that this Judge Turpin and his possible accomplices will be arrested for false imprisonment and conspiracy." He said. Sweeney was completely shocked after Ichabod declared that statement. "What? But he's the judge. He's a powerful man and he can make you disappear if anyone gets in his way." "Ah, he may seem that way, but he's also forgetting that are witnesses and I know that you have plenty of that, which makes it easier to arrest him. I will be more than happy to help you out without you putting yourself at risk of being arrested for real if you go along with whatever plot you have in mind, Sweeney." Ichabod explained.

Sweeney looked at his brother in law, astounded that he was willing to help put that corrupt man and his associate behind bars after what they put him through all these years. "You would really do that for me, Ichabod?" He questioned. "Absolutely, after all, you're already like a brother to me and your love for my sister is quite strong that I can't imagine how her life would be if anything were to happen to you." Ichabod answered.

Then, a smile began to form on Sweeney's lips and he took the white cape off of Ichabod and said, "I will really be obliged if you would do me the honor of helping me, Ichabod, and I hope the trim is perfect on you." Ichabod turned and looked at himself in the mirror and was very impressed how it turned out. "It's perfect, Sweeney. Thank you." He said. "You're welcome, Ichabod. Now let's head on down and meet up with (y/n)." Sweeney said, and, then, both gentlemen walked out of the barbershop.

As they were, slowly, walking down the stairs, Sweeney said, "You know I must admit that I wasn't quite fond of meeting with you at first, Ichabod, because I didn't like the idea of having...a noodle for a brother in law." Ichabod stopped in his tracks from halfway down the stairs and looked at Sweeney, with furrowed eyebrows. "A noodle, you say? Well, I must admit that I was going to be firm with you and make sure you weren't going to break my sister's heart. But I guess you can say we're even now that we've got to know one another." Ichabod said. Sweeney gave him a side smile and responded, "Isn't it amazing how great minds think alike?" "And how we sort of look alike at the same time?" Ichabod added. "Hm. I don't see it." Sweeney denied, and both men laughed before continuing down the stairs.

As they reached the meat pie shop, they, suddenly, stopped in their tracks when they saw a drunk man harassing you. "Get away from me!" You said, while swinging a rag at him. "Hey, come on, baby." The drunk man said, while he was trying to touch you. Both Sweeney and Ichabod were getting angry at what they were seeing. "You there! Keep your filthy hands off my wife!" Sweeney yelled, as he rushed over and grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the drunk. The man suddenly became frightened as he dropped his bottle on the floor and tried to escape, but Ichabod instantly caught up with him.

"Don't you ever put your filthy hands on my sister, you disgusting fool!" Ichabod said, but, then, he accidentally set his foot on the bottle and it rolled forward, causing his foot to kick the drunk in his private spot. The man groaned in pain and he quickly walked out the door in pain. "You did it, Mr. Crane! You beat that drunk in one kick!" Toby praised him. "I didn't know there was tough man in you." Mrs. Lovett said. "He deserved it, but I didn't do it on purpose. It was an accident." Ichabod said, as if he was apologizing.

"Nice kick. Nice revenge." Sweeney commented, while patting his back. "It was a nice kick, but it was still an accident." "Oh, Ichy, you worry too easy. But I can tell you and Sweeney are getting along wonderfully." You mentioned. "Of course we're getting along, (y/n). After all, he is my brother in law, even if he's a noodle." Sweeney said. "And I could say the same thing too, but I'm not a noodle, Sweeney!" Ichabod said, and you and everyone else laughed.