Trollhunters Oneshots and Stories

Draal x Depressed!Fem!Reader OneShot

TRIGGER WARNING: contains mentions of self-harm, do not read if you will relapse. Slight nudity.
Language.
So.
About time I made something for the trollhunters fandom. Came up with this in less than an hour so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, run-on sentences, or mistakes in general.

Edit: Okay sorry this took so long, but i decided to re-write most of it, plus adding the second part so...
decided to mash it all together cause why the hell not :P btw sorry if theres a lot of mistakes this is on a tablet with a keyboard add on :/
and its 2 am.

If you like this story, please leave a comment. If I should continue this, well, leave a comment lol.

Oh and sorry it's short.

Enjoy!

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"Ugh.." A  low groan fell from your lips as you slowly uncovered yourself from the thin, (f/c) wool covers. Your back ached, popping every few seconds; eventually going numb. You slowly eased off your small, firm mattress, legs falling over the edge.
The room was dark, save the flashing red lights on your alarm clock. 11:57PM.
Fuck.
Thankfully, it was Friday; the perfect day. Barbara would be at the hospital until noon the next morning. Such a shame she’d come home to her little girl hanging from a rope.
It wasn’t the first thing you had thought to do; this was months of planning. It should’ve been last week, but she had called in sick. Sure, it was a lie; she wanted to spend the weekend with Jim and you, saying how she ‘can’t be a mother if she doesn’t spend time with her kids’.
You groaned again as you stood up, slowly stetching out your arms. A hand up the wall; a few inches to the right.
Click.
The (l/d) (f/c) walls were basked in a dull light, although bright enough to blind you. Eyes squeezed shut; feet shuffling across the floor as not to trip, you made you way to a tall, thin mirror. Even with blurred vision you were hideous.

You were an absolute mess; sore, (e/c) eyes were bloodshot from a breakdown a few hours before, rosy cheeks stained with previously mascara-soaked tears cascading down your chin, with dark red stain just underneath your nose. Ruffled (h/c) hair in a knotted, loose-hanging bun.
An old band t-shirt hung lazily off your shoulders, with faded (f/c) panties snug on your hips. Sure, you weren’t presentable, but you weren’t in the mood to change, either.

This was constant.

Playful bickering quickly turned to a full-on fist-fight. You won, of course, but not before the other girl ripped off your jacket, revealing your scars.  Word spread fast between the stuck up bitches, and soon, they all knew.
The moment you got home you ran to your room and locked the door.
And relapsed.
You managed to patch yourself up before anyone noticed, however, you were too tired to clean yourself up before crashing on your bed. Normally, you would’ve been terrified Draal would find you in such an emotionally-compromised state, but you were too tired to care.

You shook your head as you looked down at your dried, bloody wrists.
You failed.
And it was all your fault.

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After quickly cleaning the dark, dried blood from your wrists, you exited the bathroom and made your way out into the dark hallway. It was a night of blissful quiet; one of the few things that let you feel normal, that you weren't an outcast, that you belonged. You felt at peace.
But, the rare feeling is fleeting.
You scoffed at yourself; of course you weren't normal. Why didn't you understand? Sure, your brother, Jim, loved you; said you had a purpose. A reason to live.
You ignorant ass.
You’ll never belong; never make a difference in this cruel, cold world.

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You tip-toed down the hallway towards the stairs.
Maybe you could talk to Draal about this; maybe he could help you. At least, before you did something ‘Stupid’.
Maybe.
Stepping lightly, pausing only when you felt too loud, you continued on, careful as to not wake your brother, who’s room was only a few feet from you. You’d already troubled him enough, plus, with all of this Trollhunter business, he needs his precious sleep.

The living room was quiet; still.
Stupid.
You reached towards the basement doorknob, turning it slowly.
Breathe.
Pushing the door open, you winced at the loud creaking sound it made. That happens with old houses. Chill.
Quickly making your way down the older, more fragile set of stairs into the basement you; another breath. It was dark; the only illumination coming from the glow of the furnace, readily heating the immediate area. The air was dusty; stale, warm.
The stone floor was cold; next time, shoes. Toes curled, you shifted your gaze towards the flame.
Accidentally locking eyes with Draal.

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The brief, yet awkward eye contact was enough to turn your cheeks a bright red.
Draal made no effort to stop you as you stumbled over your words, breathlessly apologizing for bothering him at this time of night. If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought he enjoyed seeing how flustered you were. Maybe he did.
You paused, taking your first breath in quite some time. Okay. Mulling over your question; scraping certain parts, you looked directly into Draal’s eyes. “Can I talk to you about something?”
Moments pass; still no response. You blew it, you scolded. Stupid. Why would he care?
“Nevermind. It’s not important.” You mumbled, adding a quick ‘sorry’ before turning to leave.
Of course it was important; you were about to kill yourself. Yet, you thought, it wasn’t important enough to trouble another for your well-being. Your eyes burned at the thought of your mother and brother.
Barbara would be devastated; another person willingly leaving her life for something ‘better’. Although, you weren’t entirely sure what Jim would do. Maybe he wouldn’t notice, or maybe he would hate you for being selfish enough to do this to him; to mom. She’s already been through enough, too much, even. She should’ve aborted you when she had the chance; dad would still be here. Him, jim and barbara would be a happy family, even if it meant you weren’t in the picture. Maybe he’ll take her back after you’re gone.
But what if he doesn’t? You’ll just cause more pain.
Are you really that cruel?
Obviously, you coward.
You made your way to the staircase, before making a noise of distress as you were tugged back towards the furnace. “Wha-“ You started, whipping around to see what was holding you.
Two of Draal’s large fingers were wrapped around your seemingly non-existent wrist, tightening as you tried to pull away. “Is something wrong, (Y/n)?”
His concern was almost contagious; yellow eyes filled with worry. You laughed, long-held tears slowly running down your cheeks. “Everything.” You whispered, slowly entwining your petite fingers with his. It made for a weird feeling; hard, cold stone against soft, warm flesh. To think, you actually loved him. A troll; inhuman creatures who, not a thousand years ago, ate humans. It almost seems Gumm-Gumms aren’t so bad.
Draal slowly wraps his other hand around your waist, lifting you with ease. Anyone else wouldn’t have gotten you off of the ground, let alone several feet with one hand.
He carried you back towards the furnace; loosening his grip on you as he sat himself a mere foot from the low-burning flames. Draal slowly pulled you closer; a poor attempt at a comfortable embrace, but you weren’t complaining. “Now,” he adjusted his hold, almost cradling you. “Define ‘Everything’.”

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After a long explanation of your depression, self-harm and such, you apologized for wasting his time. “See?” You sighed, “It wasn’t important.” Your eyes wandered to your hands; neatly tucked between you and Draal’s stone chest.

Draal stiffened at your empty gaze; you were the broken husk of a pretend person. You were completely emotionless. Broken. Beyond repair.
And yet, you were the one who stole his heart.
A yawn escaped your lips as you stretched; quickly curling into him. You knew this wouldn’t happen again; you’d do it before he woke up in a few hours. But for now, you would savor this moment.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you mumbled something, but in your state of exhaustion, your brain didn’t register. “I love you too, (y/n).” Draal rumbled softly, before yawning himself.
“I love you too.”