Multifandom One-shots

128. Spark at The Gala, part 3 - Diane x autistic male reader (The Bad Guys)

Hello everyone! I'm thrilled to have another request to share with you all! How are you doing today? If things are going well, that's fantastic! If not, remember that tough times will pass and brighter days are ahead. And if you're struggling to find those better days, know that there are people out there who love you and will do everything they can to lift you up.

A huge thank you to  for yet another request! I hope you absolutely love this third part of your Diane x Autistic Male Reader one-shot. Your ongoing support means the world to me, and I'm beyond grateful that you enjoy my work enough to keep coming back for more. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Alright, enough chatter from me. Enjoy this new one-shot, my lovely readers, and we'll catch up again in the next story.

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The city was alive, with a sparkling vibrancy that seemed almost magical. Streets lined with twinkling lights and festive decorations set the scene for what was to become one of the most memorable nights of the season. It was the night of the grand charity ball, an event that promised glamour, grace, and perhaps a touch of romance.

In the heart of this lively setting, Y/N and Diane stood side by side at the entrance of the opulent ballroom, their smiles warm and welcoming as they greeted the arriving guests. The ballroom, adorned with rich tapestries and shimmering chandeliers, was nearly ready to welcome an array of esteemed guests. The preparations had been exhaustive, but their excitement overshadowed any fatigue.

"Everything looks perfect," Diane whispered to Y/N, her eyes sparkling with pride.

"It does, thanks to your help," Y/N replied, squeezing her hand gently. They had been a team through the entire planning process, and now, as the first guests began to arrive, they felt a shared sense of accomplishment.

As they welcomed each new arrival, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves. Tonight, he had something special planned—something that would make this evening unforgettable. Diane had no idea what was in store, and the anticipation was almost overwhelming.

The grand ballroom began to fill with elegantly dressed guests, the air buzzing with conversation and laughter. The strains of a classical orchestra added a layer of sophistication to the event, and Y/N felt a surge of pride at how beautifully everything had come together.

After an hour or so of mingling and greeting, Diane excused herself to get something to drink. Y/N watched her walk away, his heart swelling with affection. It was in this moment of solitude that Y/N felt a presence beside him.

A smooth voice said, "Quite the event you've put together here." Y/N turned to see Mr. Wolf, his trademark charm and charisma on full display. He smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Wolf. It's been a lot of hard work," Y/N replied, maintaining a polite but reserved demeanor.

"I must say, you look exceptionally dashing tonight," Mr. Wolf continued, his gaze lingering a bit too long. "A person of your caliber must have many admirers."

Y/N felt a flush of discomfort. He had always admired Mr. Wolf's social prowess, but this attention felt out of place. "That's very kind of you to say. Thank you, Mr. Wolf."

Mr. Wolf's smile widened. "You know, I've heard a lot about you. If you're free later, perhaps we could discuss some of those things in private?"

Y/N's smile faltered slightly as he felt a surge of discomfort. He glanced around for Diane but only saw the crowd, making his discomfort all the more palpable. The soft strains of the orchestra and the warm glow of the chandeliers seemed to accentuate the awkwardness of the moment.