Requested by Adrianna2007.

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Being a low blooded troll meant that you could be culled at any moment.

Being a low blooded troll meant being a slave to the highbloods.

Being a low blooded troll meant living in fear.

Living the life as a lowblood was never something you enjoyed; you don't think anyone enjoys being a lowblood. You've had to watch your friends be culled off, it was brutal to watch. This was not how any troll should live, but here you were, living it.

(B/c) tears tracked down your cheeks as you walk across the landscape. Your hive had just been destroyed. You had managed to escape, although, you sort of with you hadn't. Even though your matesprit was a highblood, they still destroyed it.

After a long trip you finally manage to arrive at your matesprit's hive. You hobble towards the door, your body still aching from some of your hive collapsing on you. You knock on the front door and wait for him to open up. A few minutes later the door swings open, revealing your high matesprit.

"HeY (y/n)." he greets.

"Hey Gamzee." You groan, holding onto your side.

"ArE yOu AlRiGhT, lIl MaMa?" he asks, his expression changing to one of worry.

"My hive, it was destroyed," you explain, "some of it collapsed on me, but I managed to escape."

"WeLl, CoMe In AnD I'Ll FiX yOu Up." Gamzee says and brings you inside.

Gamzee sits you down and you wince at the movement. By now Gamzee's dopey smile had returned. Gamzee presses a kiss to your forehead, rubbing some of the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs before slinking off.

You were now all cleaned up and laying on the couch. Well, Gamzee was lying on the couch and you were lying on top of him. Your old clothes had been thrown out as they were ripped up and covered in your blood. You were now wearing one of Gamzee's shirts, which was way too big for you, but comfortable.

You nuzzle your nose into Gamzee's neck, making sure you were careful as to not get him with your horns. You hear Gamzee chuckle as he wraps his arms around your waist. Although your body still hurt, you ignored in favour to your matesprit's affections. You could feel his face paint smudging onto your skin.

"Thank you, Gamzee." You smile against his neck.

"No PrObLeM," he replies, "yOu ArE mY mOtHeRfUcKiNg MaTsPrIt."

You knew that you would be safe in Gamzee's hive. No matter what, you could always rely on him, even if he was always doped up on sopor. There was no one you trusted your life with than him.