i still don’t know why this au is even a thing but welp
i lied. now i’m going to bed.
aah i asked rob if he wanted to colour this but i got kind of carried away and figured i should have a go
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The birth and soul of Ragdoll John.
First can I say sorry that there is no option to put a cut under a drawing because this got really out-of-hand long.
This is my headcanon, not AU law. I had this idea the other day in which Mycroft created John, which would have already been established by those who see Mycroft as Finklestein, but I thought, what if he made John for Sherlock Skellington?
I don’t know if they’re brothers in this universe… But I do like to think that Mycroft would notice Sherlock’s hollowness even before Sherlock noticed it himself, before he acknowledged it at all. And he knew Sherlock wouldn’t have it if he tried to talk to him, so Mycroft instead tried to create someone to do it for him - he tried to create someone that would fill that gap.
He made John everything he would have to be to fix Sherlock up. He made him to balance Sherlock’s good qualities, and his bad, someone who cared just enough to look after Sherlock and was strong enough to stand up for himself should he need to. He sculpted the perfect puzzle piece to fit alongside the pumpkin king.
He did this without telling Sherlock, because he knew Sherlock would never accept a gift if it came from Mycroft, he would toss John aside like an object in refusal to admit there was something wrong. If Mycroft subtly pushed John into Sherlock’s life, then the problem would be fixed slowly, they’d have each other, and Sherlock would never even have to admit that he had been feeling sad.
But John took longer than Mycroft thought he would. He was so careful to make him to perfection that by the time he finished, Sherlock was already on a case, he was already enthralled by Halloween and busying himself the holiday plans and the surprises for that year. Mycroft could put one of Sherlock’s oldest friends before him and they would be pushed aside or ignored, so what chance did little stranger John have?
So he kept him. He couldn’t keep him inside forever, so John had to leave the laboratory eventually, but Mycroft kept him and John became his assistant. When that Halloween was finished with, the townsfolk were familiar with him, and in Sherlock’s eyes, John was just another nameless citizen. He had faded into the background before he even had a chance to say hello.
Well, Sherlock knew his name. Sherlock knew everyone’s name. He’d glance at the ragdoll as he passes and store the data of a new citizen for later, but never think twice about it again. He had to know who his subjects were. John was just another in the crowd.
But John was more than that. He was so, so much more. He destiny and fate and his entire existence revolved around being Sherlock’s friend, making him happy, receiving that feeling of content in return. When Sherlock pushed him aside, back into the crowd of bumbling trick-or-treaters around them, John was left with nothing. He was purposeless.
And so began the unrequited love we saw between Jack and Sally. That rejection took John’s affection up to a new level - he no longer wanted to be Sherlock’s friend, he wanted to love him. He wanted to be loved in return. It took years, but eventually John learnt to settle, learnt to accept that perhaps he would be one half of a puzzle piece forever.
He didn’t realise how perfect an opportunity Christmas would be, he didn’t realise that Sherlock knew there was something wrong. He didn’t know that when the time came, they would be thrown together and they would fit better than before, both their edges weathered and roughed to fit warmly together, having grown together over time.
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