Piers x Reader Oneshots

(TW!!) The Alleyway

TW - ANGST, R@PE MENTIONS, BRUISING
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You were walking out of the last tournament you were in when a man pulled you aside and into an alleyway.
"Hey gorgeous, I saw you fight~"
"Please let me go, I wanna get home"
"Not when you're looking like that, no honey..." his breath and voice was raspy and coarse, sending shivers down your spine with each syllable. You tried to kick him away, but he pushed you against a wall by your wrist, causing you to wince at the pain. that would definatley leave a bruise later, and probably a big one.
"C'mon baby, just.." he let out a breath "let me make you feel good."
He kissed you, and no matter how much you pushed him away, he was stronger. His kisses changed from your lips, down your neck and to your collarbones while he forcefully began to unbutton your shirt. A few teenagers looked at the scene through the alleyway and you yelled for help, but they just turned away.
"No, no, no, PLEASE!!" You started sobbing.
You fought him so much, but you fought so much that you were too tired, and you accepted your fate. It wasn't the first time, but it hurt just like it was.
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A horrible afternoon turned into a quiet evening in Spikemuth. You and Piers were sitting ontop of the rooftop of his apartment building, gazing out at the stars. Your wrist was starting to bruise badly, and it hurt a lot.
"What happened, you've been holding your wrist since you came over, are you okay?" He asked. You didn't want to worry him, so you tried to lie.
"Oh I bruised it in the tournament."
"How?"
"I just...I hit it in the locker room."
Piers clearly had seen through your lies and softly side-hugged you, despite you still flinching.
"Whatever's going on, you can tell me, show me, you can trust me...You know that"
"I-I told you, I hit it in the locker room- banged it against a locker."
"If you're so sure I won't pry anymore, but we should get some ice on that. It could even be fractured, it looks really bad."
"Okay y-yeah."
You two made your way off the rooftop and into his apartment. Marnie had some gym-leader business to take care of, so it was only you two. Piers got some ice from the freezer and you reluctantly removed your hand from your wrist, showing the bruise which pretty clearly had the darkest marks in the shape of a handprint. Piers decided to not pry on that at the minute, and placed a towel over your wrist before placing the ice pack over it as you winced and hissed at the pain.
"I know...I know that face, you don't believe me." You scoffed slightly while looking at the ice.
"As I said, I don't- I don't mean to pry but" you cut him off almost immediately.
"-But the bruise is the same shape as a handprint. It's- Its coincidence."
Piers helped you lift yourself onto the kitchen island sitting down while he stood infront of you.
"It...It was coincidence." you sniffled, tears starting to form slightly in your eyes. You choked back the sobs the best you could.
"Could you...Could you tell me what locker you hit it on? How you hit it? It looks broken..."
"I don't- I don't know I just did..."
You two stayed in silence for a few seconds, and he held your hand that wasn't injured.
"I-I think it was like- like the corner? I don't..."
You squeezed his hand.
"It wasn't a locker..." you whispered. He hummed and you repeated yourself.
"It wasn't- It wasn't a locker...I got pulled into an alleyway..."
While you were staring at the ice, Piers managed to connect the bruise and what you had said, as soon as he realised his expression dropped aswell as his heart.
"Holy shit..." he muttered. You looked up at him and burst into tears, hiding your face with your other hand. He just hugged you tightly as a few tears rolled down his face, feeling horrible for you while still in total shock.
"I just... It's not the first time and it fucking wont be the last...I'm-Im sick of it. I know- I know it's not all men but I don't know which ones they are!" Your voice got louder as you got angrier. "I never know who is nice or who is- who is a fucking MONSTER. ITS- It's..." Piers held you tighter, his breath hitched from all the emotions.
"It's so tiring...I-It's so tiring."
"I'm so sorry, I'm genuinely so sorry... You don't deserve any of that..." You were bawling in his arms as Piers tried to re-collect himself.
"Nobody helped me..." You began to breathe again, still sobbing.

"Nobody helped me, Piers..."