Royal Pain (Guzma X Reader)

Tears Show a lot More than Emotions

Author's Note:
Just want to remind everyone that there will be mature content in this story unlike my last one. I haven't decided yet if I'll include sexual situations, but please let me know what you think in the comments regarding that kind of content.

Guzma was clearly drunk again.

You obeyed his yell and walked carefully up the stairs, onto the roof, and down his hallway.

He followed closely behind. You couldn't see it, but he was sizing you up, enjoying his view.

Once inside, you awkwardly stepped to the side to allow Guzma a path to his throne.

He sat and took a swig of a nearby bottle and stared at you.

There was an incredibly awkward silence in the room and you had no idea what to do or say. You thought about apologizing for being late, but as soon as you opened your mouth, Guzma got up and walked towards you. Well, he wobbled towards you.

G: "Tell me, princess, why are ya late this time? I thought I told ya that I don't like to wait on lil grunts like you." He poked your shoulder, pushing you back slightly.
"Um I'm sorry, B-Boss. I promise it won't happen again."
"That's not what I asked darling." He was now stern with his voice. You started to shake slightly.

You remembered what that aggressive grunt told you. You weren't allowed to tell Guzma what had really happened.

"I....um....lost track of time. That's it." You refused to make eye contact. You were a terrible liar. You hoped Guzma was too drunk to notice.

He's not. He knew damn well that you were lying which only made him angrier.

G: "DAMMIT GRUNT! YOU TELL ME WHY YOU WERE LATE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" He slammed the bottle that was in his hand on a nearby table and pointed the busted part towards your neck.

'Ok, fuck that other grunt. I'm telling Guzma.'

"One of your grunts tried to...I don't know! He forced a kiss with me and choked me so hard, I passed out!" You yelled back frantically.

Guzma lowered the bottle and went back to his throne to sit.

G: "C'mere." He said calmly. His fingers were up and curling towards him so that you would follow.
"W-What?"
"COME. HERE. NOW."

You walked up close to his thrown. He grabbed your wrist and plopped you down onto his lap. You yelped at the sudden motions. It made him grin.

G: "So, this grunt, what did he look like?"
"He-He had green hair and was pretty big, slightly..um overweight maybe. He had strong muscles."
"Ah, Jax. Yeah, I knew it. Sorry about that princess," he started to pet your soft, blue hair, "we've been trying to get him to quit drinking. It's hard tho. I would know. I ain't tryin to quit, but I'm sure it's hard. Here, take a swig. Ya seem on edge."

'Of course I'm on edge! I was just forced a kiss, choked till I blacked out, yelled at, threatened with a glass bottle, and am now sitting on a strangers lap! AND THE STRANGER IS AN ALCOHOLIC!'

"Oh, no thanks..boss. I'm ok." You gently pushed the bottle away from your face. Guzma made a pouting face then took a swig for himself.

G: "Here's what ya boys gonna do. I'm gonna let Jax know that you're off limits and to not bother ya anymore ok, princess?" He sounded like he was trying to be caring, but it was laced with venom.
"Um ok?"
"Good good. No need to be afraid here ok?" He caressed your chin and brought it closer to his face.
"Wh-what are you doing boss?"
"Just hush now, princess." He moved closer and grabbed your chin aggressively now.

You pulled yourself backwards and pushed his chest, making you fall off the throne. You were now at Guzma's feet.

Oh, and that was probably the worst decision you've ever made. Guzma was now furious. He grabbed the back of your hair and pulled you up to stand with him. You winced in pain.

G: "You're really somethin ya know that!" He started to yell, "I let you live in one of our nicest homes for free, and you can't even return a single favor!?"
"I-I thought me working for team skull was my payment!"
"Oh princess. Princess. Princess. Princess. When you work for team skull, you work for me! Why don't ya understand that?!" He tightened his grip.
"Pl-Please don't hurt me, Guzma! Im sorry!" You began crying.

You're tears washed off the make up that was covering your bruised cheek. Guzma saw the bruise and dropped you. You fell down to your hands and knees and continued to cry.

Guzma looked down at his hands in confusion.

G: "Get out." He said firmly with a low voice.

You looked up at him with your tearful eyes and brought yourself to your feet. You wiped the tears away quickly and ran out the door.