Doctor Strange X Reader First Book

You're Sherlock! No, I'm not!

A/N: Hello my dear readers!

This is the 50th stories of out dear Doctor Strange. I can't believe it went so far with around 30.2 views! It's amazing! Thank you guys!

Here is a one shot requested by IcyAngelWolf where the reader in Sherlock universe ends up in Doctor Strange world. 

Hope you enjoy! It is quite long. ( 3002 words)

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And if you want request about Sherlock too, I can try.

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You looked at John's blog, a smile reaching your lips each times the deductions of Sherlock left people blinking and wondering « What the hell did he know that? ».

Even if you were mostly present during the cases, you liked to see the point of view through his stories and his perception of the world. It was quite interesting, but Sherlock just said it was boring, especially with the titles of the stories. John had definitely more inspiration than Sherlock in this field.

You had taken the seat of Sherlock when he was out, drinking a nice cup of tea and reading on your laptop. Lost in thoughts you jumped in surprise when Sherlock burst out in the room yelling :

« We have a case get your butt out of MY seat, Y/N ! » and went straight to his room under your wide opened eyes.

You sighed and closed your laptop, putting in on the mini table. You grabbed your coat and got downstairs where you find John, waiting.

« Good morning, John ! » you happily said, hugging your friend.

He hugged you back and announced.

« Hello to you too, you're in a good mood toady. Hope you'll enlighten the one of Sherlock. »

He shook his head, sighing. You smiled warmly at him.

« Well, I'll just be myself. »

You didn't hear the heavy step joined the both of you.

« That's all we need, Y/N » Sherlock whispered in your ear, making you shiver when you felt his warm breath tickled your neck. You looked at him, diving in his blue-grey storming eyes, observing his features like his sharp cheekbones you would love to kiss, and his curly ebony hair you would love to pass hand in it to see I it is as soft as it seems to be. You blushed and opened the door.

« Now, the game is on! » Sherlock shouted, after your eyes locked with each other, a small smirk playing on his lips.

He passed in front of you and took a cab.

*At the crime scene*

Seeing dead bodies was a harsh task to handle but you had learned to see beyond with this fatal state. Cry them wasn't going to help anyone but to understand how and why they were dead was your job. You looked at the corpse, noticing the whole in the chest of the victim. John kneeled next and tried to deduce how the victim died while Sherlock frowned, his blue eyes glowing as if a thousand stars were remaining in it, waiting to shine.

« Female. The thirties died from a bullet shot through the heart by a sniper. The shot is sharp and precise. It mays be from a mercenary. Sherlock ? » asked John while his best friend paced back and forth under an astonished Lestrade.

« Mmh, I need more information. Y/N, look around the perimeter, they might be a clue hidden in plain sight » Sherlock said, dismissing you.

You nodded and walked towards the closest back alley. Garbage and bins were stuck to the walls and a black cat ran away when it saw you, clearly afraid of something, when you noticed its tousled fur. You narrowed your eyes to see something glow in an orange aura as if a fiery whip was making a circle and you stepped closer until you were meters apart from the bright circle.