Multifandom One-shots

57.The Power of Portraits, Part 1 - Tiana x autistic male reader (PATF)

Okay, this is another request... Thank you sooooo much, it means the world to me. So, this oneshot was requested from the amazing person, GabeOwen6! Like always, if there is something you are not happy with or that you don't feel like it matches with what you had in mind, just let me know! On the oneshots where I get a request on, my mission is to make it perfect. Again, than you for requesting as well as for everyone else who has requested or will later on this year! :)

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Tiana's Palace was a bustling hotspot in New Orleans, but amidst the chaos, there was one patron who remained unfazed by the bustling crowds—Y/N. He was the kind of person who marched to the beat of his own drum, unaffected by the curious glances and whispers that often followed him.

Y/N had always been comfortable in his own skin, embracing his quirks and unique qualities with unapologetic confidence. He didn't feel the need to conform to societal norms or seek validation from others. Instead, he found solace in the simple pleasures of life—like sitting in Tiana's palace, sketching the world around him with quiet intensity. You could almost say that sketching was like his best friend.

Despite his self-assured demeanor, Y/N still struggled with social interactions. He was the type of person who preferred the company of his own thoughts over the chatter of others, content to observe the world from the sidelines rather than actively engage in it.

And yet, there was something about Tiana that intrigued him—a warmth and sincerity that drew him in like a moth to a flame. He admired her resilience and determination, finding inspiration in her unwavering pursuit of her dreams.

So, day after day, Y/N would find himself at Tiana's Palace, sitting in his favorite corner, lost in the world of his sketchbook. He would watch as Tiana bustled about the restaurant, her infectious energy filling the air with a sense of purpose and determination.

And then, one day, as Y/N sat sketching quietly, he heard a soft yet curious voice behind him. "Is that... me?"

He turned around to find Tiana standing there, her eyes fixed on the sketch he had been working on. A flush of embarrassment crept up his cheeks as he realized she had caught him drawing her.

Y/N's gaze momentarily flickered towards her before retreating back to his sketchbook. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hands fidgeting with the pencil in his grasp. Words seemed to elude him, so he offered a shy smile in response.

"Y-ye," He started mentally scolding himself for having such trouble with just saying yes. Instead, he nodded before taking a deep breath. "I...I hope you don't mind." His voice trailed off, his struggle with maintaining eye contact was evident as he glanced up and down nervously.

Tiana's eyes softened, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Mind? Of course not," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'm honored, really. You're quite talented."

As Tiana's words washed over him, Y/N felt a wave of relief flood through him. He had feared that she might find his actions strange or intrusive, but her genuine appreciation put his mind at ease.

"Thank you," he replied, his voice tinged with gratitude. "I'm glad you like it."

Tiana nodded, her smile widening. "More than like it, I love it," she said earnestly. "In fact, I'd be honored if you would let me keep it. It would make a wonderful addition to the walls of Tiana's palace."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. He had never imagined that his sketches would be worthy of display in such a prestigious establishment.

"I-I don't know what to say," he stammered, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through him. "Of course, you can have it."