Multifandom One-shots

121. Threads of Trust and Camaraderie - Mr. Shark x reader (The Bad Guys)

Hello, my lovely angel readers!!!

I hope your week has started off well and that everything sweet and good continues for the remainder of your guys' weeks. I want you to remember that you are worth it! And if anyone says anything else, they've got a stick up their ass.

So, the one-shot... I'm not sure I like it, but perhaps you do. So that's everything for now; have an amazing read and remember to smile!

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The bustling city streets blurred into a backdrop of noise and movement as Mr. Shark's attention fixated on the elegant window display of Y/N's boutique. Each dress seemed like a masterpiece of design, calling to him with its intricate details and flawless craftsmanship.

"This is the place," Mr. Shark declared, his deep voice filled with conviction as he stepped confidently towards the boutique's entrance.

Mr. Snake grabbed his arm, his whisper a hiss of caution. "Are you crazy? They'll bolt the moment they see us."

Ms. Tarantula added with a skeptical tone, "Yeah, most folks aren't used to our kind."

Undeterred, Mr. Shark shrugged off their concerns, his determination unwavering. "I have a feeling this one's different," he replied firmly, nodding decisively before pushing open the door.

The small bell above the entrance tinkled softly as Mr. Shark entered, his gang following cautiously behind. Inside, the boutique was a haven of elegance, filled with racks of meticulously crafted dresses and tasteful decor that spoke of refinement.

Y/N, stationed behind a polished counter, looked up from their sketchbook with a mixture of surprise and composure upon seeing the notorious gang enter their domain. Despite the initial shock, Y/N quickly regained their professional demeanor, sizing up the unexpected customers with calm curiosity.

"Good afternoon," Mr. Shark greeted smoothly, his voice carrying a blend of charm and respect. "I'm in need of a dress, and I've heard you're the best designer in town."

Y/N's initial hesitance melted away in the face of Mr. Shark's genuine politeness. They nodded, a slight smile playing on their lips. "Well, you've come to the right place. What kind of dress are you looking for?"

Mr. Shark's eyes lit up, a spark of excitement underlying his composed exterior. "Something elegant yet practical," he explained, stepping closer to the consultation area. "I need to blend in at a high-profile event, but it must be comfortable and allow for easy movement."

Meanwhile, the rest of the gang dispersed discreetly throughout the boutique. Mr. Wolf and Mr. Snake took to examining the dresses with a mix of professional appraisal and curiosity.

"Fine craftsmanship," Mr. Wolf remarked quietly, running a gloved hand over a gown's delicate embroidery.

Mr. Snake, always the pragmatist, raised an eyebrow as he inspected another dress. "Hope they can handle our request without any fuss."

Near the entrance, Ms. Tarantula and Mr. Piranha maintained a watchful vigil, their eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble or unease. Ms. Tarantula's keen gaze flickered between Y/N and Mr. Shark, assessing the interaction with cautious interest.

As Y/N and Mr. Shark delved into discussing the specifics of the dress—colors, fabrics, and the nuances of the event—a sense of mutual understanding began to unfold. Y/N's initial apprehension eased as they found themselves drawn into Mr. Shark's genuine appreciation for their craft and the challenge at hand.

"I can definitely work with that," Y/N replied thoughtfully, their pencil sketching out initial designs on a blank page. "And the event's dress code?"

"No specific theme," Mr. Shark answered, his gaze thoughtful. "But it's crucial I blend seamlessly."