KISS Oneshots

#2 Paul Stanley x Reader

I was just walking down the street, having bought a new vinyl from Kiss in the local record store. As I was crossing the street to get to my apartement I heard a car honking and in the next moment I went flying. I fell on the ground, hitting my head pretty hard as a guy looked down on me. "Hey are you alright?", he asked, but the sound of his voice began vanishing as black spots clouded my vision. Just as I thought he seemed familiar to me I blacked out completely.

As I opened my eyes again I stood in front of big double doors and I could hear music and laughter from the other side. As I looked down at me I noticed that I was wearing a ballgown. A really beautiful one too. It went from glittery silver to dark blue with a few silver glitter stones on it. my hair seemed to be done professionally too. I thought hard about how I ended up here dressed like that but I couldn´t remember what I was doing before standing in front of the double doors.

Just then the doors opened and I looked into a large ballroom with a big crowd of people in it. All were wearing fancy clothes and as I looked closer I noticed they had their faces painted white with different, sometimes colorful designs as well. I walked in hesitantly and looked around some more. As I walked past a big mirror I noticed that my face was painted white too. And I had lipstick and eyeliner on. But it wasn´t as extravagant as the facepaint of the other guests. I turned away from the mirror and noticed some of the people looking at me and then whispering to each other.

I tried to ignore it and walked more into the room. There were a lot of little groups, some only ladys and some mixed. It seemed like they belonged together in some way. But one group stood out to me. It was all ladys standing in a nearly perfect circle around one man. He stood with his back to me but even from behind he looked beautiful. He had long, blackish brown hair that was a little curly and he wore a dark blue tuxedo. His pants and shoes were black and when he turned around I could see the white dress shirt, the light creme colored vest and the light blue cravat with the little silver amulett with a blue diamond in the middle. Then I looked at his face and I instantly knew who stood infront of me.

(I tried drawing his outfit, hope you like it.)

The white painted face and the black star over his right eye made me recognize him. There stood Paul Stanley staring back at me with a gentle smile, before walking over. "Hey are you alright?", he asked as he stood in front of me. I couldn´t form a response and opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water. He chuckled. "No need to be nervous. Why don´t you start with your name?", he said. "Y/N, my name is Y/N.", I finally said, still not processing that Paul Stanley in fact stood in front of me and talked to me. He smiled, taking my hand and giving it a kiss. "Well, nice to meet you Y/N.", he said, letting go of my hand. I smiled back at him. "It´s nice to meet you too Paul.", I told him and the others around us gasped. I looked around confused until I heard Paul chuckle. "Well, don´t mind them. They are used to call me your highness or your majesty. But you can call me Paul.", he explained and I needed a moment to process that he must be a prince or some royalty here, wherever here was. Would explain the clothing and the surrounding.