You lived in a world where trolls and humans survived together, where humans were almost all wiped out, and where the trolls flourished on Alternia. It was only you and a handful of humans still alive on Alternia, and some believed it was the female's job to reproduce more offspring so the human race could manifest once again.
Something that had to do with alternate timelines or some bullshit screwed up, resulting in the 'beta' trolls meeting the 'alpha' trolls, and the same going for us humans. However, the ancestor's whereabouts are currently unknown, and some don't mind ever meeting them. From the stories you've heard, you agreed with them.
You were sprawled out on the floor of a large hive, your (h/c) hair shinning, courtesy of the small book light beside your shoulder. You weren't reading or anything, you were just lying on the floor, waiting for your friend to return.
"I got your motherfuckin' faygo, sis." A male voice rung. You grinned as you flipped over, catching the (f/c), chilled drink swiftly, "Thank you." A soft smile crept on your pale skin as you watched your troll friend flop down against his horn pile, just a few feet from you.
Your (e/c) eyes scanned his lengthy body with ease, licking your soft lips unintentionally. Just as you realized what you were doing, stopping, Gamzee looked over at you with a wave. "So, (y/n), are you sure you don't want any motherfuckin' sopor?" Sopor was some acidic jello-like substance that trolls slept in. It was like the equivalent of acid; it basically did the same thing to you, but worse.
"I'm sure, Gam." You nodded without hesitation. You were never interested in the green goo; it just outright made you sick staring at it. "If you're so all up and sure, lil mama." Gamzee chugged some faygo.
You opened your own bottle of faygo, letting the cold liquid give your throat some closure. After a few seconds of silence, you glanced over at the troll. "Hey Gam? Can you… tell me about your ancestor, The Grand Highblood?"
Gamzee looked over at you. A small smile crept on his painted face as he patted the space beside him, "Motherfuckin' sure, lil mama."
You crawled over to Gamzee, a bright smile on your face as you cuddled beside him. He has told you this story a bunch of times, but both of your excitement never seemed to fade with each miraculous word being repeated over and over.
As he spoke, you drowned out the words and focused on his face. Dammit, why did he have to be so… so hot? It wasn't fair. You couldn't possibly ever be more than just friends with Gamzee Makara…
You snapped back into reality once you realized Gamzee's purple eyes were staring down at you. "W-what?" You stuttered. He laughed as your face turned a deeper shade of red. "I all up and asked you why you liked listening to this story. I mean… Ain't it just fifteen shades of motherfuckin' fucked up?"
"Oh. W-well, of course it is… I just…" Think, (y/n), think! "The story is r-really interesting… Despite it being really fucked up…" You gulped hard. Gamzee looked down at you with a blank face before he smiled. "That's very true, lil mama."
The both of you leaned back into the horn pile, staring up at the ceiling. After a long pause of silence Gamzee spoke up, "I just motherfucking hope I don't end up like him…" He whispered.
You bolted upwards, staring down at him with a determined face. "Of course you won't, Gamzee! You're such an affectionate, caring, loving troll! You're nothing like your ancestor, and that's good!" You didn't mean to have an outburst like that. A small smile crept on Gamzee's face as he embraced you in a tight hug. "Thank you, sis. I really motherfuckin' needed that…" He whispered into the nook of your neck.
"Of course, Gam." You whispered back. The warm embrace ended painfully fast. The troll leaned back against the horn pile, swirling his finger into one of his sopor pies. You looked away; the way he licked his fingers free of the goo made you feel weird and hot.
Your (e/c) eyes locked with various objects around the room. It wasn't that anything was very interesting; it just kept you from having to watch Gamzee.
(Gamzee's view)
I carefully licked my finger of the green sopor, its bittersweet intoxication lightening. I didn't understand why (y/n) sis didn't all up and want any of this miracle. She was sitting close enough for me to feel the heat waving off her body.
Shit, I wanted to hold her again. (y/n) was somebody I wanted to stay with me for a long time; it was hard to explain and I really don't understand how I feel for her.
"It's getting late, so I should head back to my hou- hive." She stuttered. That was around ten shades of motherfucking adorable. Her (h/c) hair bounced as she stood up, walking towards the door. I wanted her to stay.
"You don't have to get all up and leave, lil mama." I wanted her to never leave. A light blush crept on her face as she swallowed hard. "I would love to stay… But I uh… Have plans with Sollux tomorrow, and I should probably get a good night's rest."
Sollux. A fucking peasant blood…
I stood up, placing the empty pie tin on the floor. "If you want to motherfuckin' hang out after you're done with Solbro, it's all up and cool with me, (y/n) sis." Dammit, I just wanted to spend more time with her.
(y/n) smiled before nodding. "Of course, Gam. Have a good night!" And with that, she rushed out the door and into the dark. I watched her rush to her hive, which wasn't too far from mine.
I sighed loudly as I walked towards my horn pile, lazily landing in front of it. I wonder if (y/n) sis felt red for me… No. That's a stupid thought. We're just moirials, after all. Scratching the back of my neck I exhaled deeply, leaning back.