KISS Oneshots

#6 Bruce Kulick x Reader

(Tried drawing again ;))

I sat inside the moving carriage, head propped up on my hand and looked outside at the passing landscape. My parents and I were on our way to a befriended rich family, the Flemmings. I was supposed to marry their son, Dalton and wasn't happy about it at all. "Y/N sit up straight or you'll get a hump later!", my mother scolded me. I sat up straight, still looking out the window. "Yes, mother.", I answered her, without looking at her.

Twenty minutes later the carriage slowed down and came to a stop in front of a big mansion. The Flemmings stood on top of the steps, already waiting for us. I waited for their butler William, an elderly men, to open the carriage door. To my surprise not William but a young man with shoulder length, brown hair reached for the handle of the door.

He wore the clothes of a butler but I never saw him here before. But that didn't mean anything, we didn't visit the Flemmings in a long time. This time though, we'll stay one and half weeks, maybe even longer. I already dreaded it, since I don't really like being in the presence of Dalton. He was a douche to say the least, always greasy and getting too handsy in situations he shouldn't. I just disliked him.

The door was opened by the handsome butler with the soft brown eyes and the prominent chin. My father stood up, stepping out of the carriage first and holding his hand out to my mother. She took it and stepped out aswell, both making their way towards the stairs in front of the mansion. I took a deep breath before standing up and making my way to the door aswell.

The butler smiled at me, making me feel warm inside and held out his hand for me. "Welcome to the Flemming manor my lady.", he said, bowing slightly. I smiled and took his hand, letting him help me out of the carriage. I felt a spark run through me when I touched his hand, I almost let go of it out of shock but held onto it to not seem rude. "Thank you.", I told him with a genuine smile, before letting go of his hand and following my parents.

Standing in front of the Flemmings I grabbed onto the skirt of my dress and lifted it a little as I curtsied. Ms. Flemming smiled at me and bowed her head slightly. I smiled back and looked at Dalton, standing next to her. He smiled and held his hand out to me. I layed my hand into his and he raised it to his face, placing a kiss on my knuckles. I shuddered in disgust internally and was happy as he let go of it.

Still I smiled at him. "Lets go inside, Bruce prepared tea and biskuits.", Mr. Flemming said, the butler, Bruce like I learned, walked past me and the others, opening the big front door and standing to the side. We all went inside, into the dining hall and sat down at the big table that had all kinds of biskuits and tarts I could imagine on it.

Of course Dalton sat next to me and the chair on my other side was empty. A moment after we all sat down, Bruce walked in pushing a cart with teacups and a teapot on it. I was so focused on Bruce filling the teacups that I jumped slightly when Dalton layed his hand onto my upper leg. So it began. "I missed you Y/N.", he whispered and I internally screamed for him to get his hand off me.

I put a smile on my face and turned towards him. "I feel flustered Dalton.", I just answered before turning back towards the table. "Didn't you miss me?", he asked, letting his hand wander upwards a little. "Sure I did. But I'm here now, aren't I?", I answered, not daring to look at him as an unsettling feeling surged through me.

I was already disgusted by him even though we spent only like 10 minutes together. "I'm happy you're here now. Tomorrow we'll go out together, so I can show you my hunting skills.", he said, not taking his hand away from me. Just then Bruce walked between us, forcing him to take his hand away. "Would you like a cup of tea my lady?", he asked, smiling at me with a cup in his hand.

I felt reliefed and smiled back at him. "Yes, thank you very much.", I answered, hoping he understood that the thank you wasn't entirely for the cup of tea. He placed it down on the table and I thought I saw him winking at me slightly, like he wanted to tell me he understood what I meant. The rest of the time we sat and had tea, Dalton kept his hands to himself.