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If you recognize this story from Wattpad then don't panic, I'm the original author, I'm just under a different username here.

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Key:

(Y/n) means Your name

(L/n) means Last name

(H/l) means Hair length

(H/c) means Hair color

(F/f) means Favorite food

(F/s) means Favorite snack

(F/c) means Favorite color

(S/f/c) means Second favorite color

(E/c) means Eye color

(F/w/s) means Favorite winter sport

(F/b) means Favorite breakfast 

{More will be added soon}

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Other minor characters include: 

~ Zarkon

~ Vhyx (claw guy)

~ Lotor

~ Acxa

~ Ezor

~ Zethrid

~ Narti

~ Plytox

~ Haggar

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Being a slave of the galra empire for longer than (Y/n) could remember was something that had crushed her spirit long ago; she'd been a slave for so long that she couldn't even remember her life on Earth. For the past several years (Y/n) was one of Zarkon's personal servants, she mostly kept him company and kept things clean around his habsuite. There were times where she had to pleasure the ancient emperor, usually when he desired her in particular or when his favorite concubine was ill, although that didn't happen very often, much to her relief. The training process had been the worst, not only did Haggar give her quintessence injections but each time she acted out of line she would be beaten. Ever since she learned her place life was somewhat peaceful for (Y/n), she'd accepted that she would never have the taste of freedom again or act on her own free will.

Sometimes she would go with Zarkon to strategy meetings or gladiator fights, she went wherever he needed her. By the time (Y/n) was a young adult Zarkon was proud to call her one of his most loyal servants, she did everything he told her and she never once spoke or acted out of place. As long as (Y/n) behaved herself and never showed any kind of emotion then she wouldn't get punished, she had come to terms with her living arrangement. However, one day while she was just minding her business and dusting the furniture in Zarkon's living room he walked in unexpectedly and walked in (Y/n's) direction. (Y/n) stood at attention as soon as she saw her master, not wanting to make him mad if she didn't do as she'd been taught.

"Emperor Zarkon, what a pleasant surprise. What can I get for you?" (Y/n) asked Zarkon politely, standing up straight as he stood in front of her.

"You can come with me, for I am here to summon you myself. Go put your robe on and meet me at the door." Zarkon instructed in an unusually polite tone; it wasn't often for him to be in a good mood, something was up and he knew she wouldn't reject what would happen to her.

"Yes, master." (Y/n) answered, bowing in respect before going to the bathroom where her robe was hanging up.

Zarkon went to go wait by the front door of his massive habsuite and grabbed (Y/n's) leash off of its hook, ready to finally pass her on to her next master. While (Y/n) was changing out of her galra maid's outfit and into her mauve see-through robe with the empire's insignia on the back, she wondered where Zarkon was taking her. After serving him for so long (Y/n) knew when he was up to something, she'd picked up on all his little habits. She made sure not to take too long in the bathroom lest her master get angry at her for taking so long, plus she was curious about what his plan for her was. Once (Y/n) was done she hastily left the bathroom and walked to the front door, patiently waiting for him to do something.

"If I may, master, can I ask where you're taking me?" (Y/n) queried, having to force herself to sound calm while speaking.

"You have been a good servant for the past few decaphoebs, but recently I've promoted one of my most loyal commanders to a higher rank. I'm giving you to him as a gift." Zarkon told (Y/n) as he knelt down and clipped the leash to the little ring on her collar, explaining where he was going to take her.

(Y/n) nodded her head humbly, inwardly questioning why he decided to give her to one of his commanders. She wasn't expecting him to just give her away on a whim; then again, she was  just property to the galra. There were one or two people around central command who treated (Y/n) with respect, but that was only when she was alone with them which was incredibly rare. After Zarkon opened the front door and started heading out (Y/n) followed him, thankful that he was walking slow enough for her to keep up. Zarkon made sure to lock his front door once they were both out in the hallway, he didn't want someone sneaking into his habsuite during his absence.

(Y/n) still felt embarrassed to be led around on a leash while wearing her see-through robe, especially when there were other people around, but she knew better than to say anything about it. As Zarkon led her through the long hallways (Y/n) noticed the guards looking at her, their stares alone made her skin crawl. They didn't catcall her in fear of their emperor taking out his anger on them, but they would be if he wasn't around. (Y/n) kept her gaze on the floor as she walked behind Zarkon, not wanting to accidentally make eye contact with anyone they passed. When Zarkon stopped walking (Y/n) stopped as well, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

"Emperor Zarkon, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Throk asked politely when he answered his door after hearing the doorbell buzz, not noticing (Y/n) yet.

"Due to your recent promotion I'm here to give you one of my best trained slaves as a gift." Zarkon told Throk, gesturing to (Y/n) who stepped out from behind the larger man.

"Thank you, My Emperor. I'll make sure to take good care of her." Throk replied, surprised by the sudden gift; if he knew that he'd be gifted with a pet then he would have prepared to take care of one.

"I know you will. Her name is (Y/n), in case you were wondering if she has a name." Zarkon told his recently promoted commander, offering the end of the leash to him.

"Thank you, my Emperor. Vrepit Sa." Throk spoke in a humble tone, taking the leash with his left hand and saluting with his right.

"I know that you will. Vrepit sa." Zarkon responded calmly before turning around and leaving, knowing that (Y/n) would be in good hands.

(Y/n) glanced up a little as Zarkon left, noticing how he was heading in the direction of the throne room. She just barely heard Throk say something as she was pulled out of her thoughts, she couldn't get over how Zarkon just gave her away so easily. (Y/n) followed Throk when she felt him tug on the leash her leash little, following him into his habsuite. It wasn't as big as Zarkon's, but it was still nice and had a few trophies from previous battles placed upon a shelf on the wall behind the couch. She wasn't sure what to expect from Throk, she just hoped that he would treat her somewhat good instead of abusing her for no reason.

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Throk wasn't expecting Zarkon to give (Y/n) to him as a promotion gift, he was completely unprepared and didn't know anything about taking care of a human. After his front door slid shut he led (Y/n) into the living room and looked down at her, not wanting to be too close; any species other than pure blooded galra disgusted him to some extent. He was thankful that (Y/n) was very obedient, but there was something about the way she just silently stood in front of him while looking at the floor that unnerved him. She didn't say anything while she looked at the floor, trying to ignore the slight feeling of betrayal; she had been loyal to Zarkon for so long, but (Y/n) already knew that she was his to give away if he chose to do so. (Y/n) had been a prisoner for so long that she completely lost a sense of self and forgot who she really was as an individual.

"Have you eaten today? You may speak freely in my habsuite." Throk questioned after a few moments, unsure of what to say to his new human pet; that, and he wasn't able to think of anything else to say.

"Yes Sir, I have earlier." (Y/n) quietly answered, looking up at him and making eye contact as a sign of respect.

"When was your last meal?" Throk queried, trying his best not to sound worried even though he was.

"This morning. I'm given three meals every day." (Y/n) replied simply, not missing the slightly worried tone as he spoke.

"Very well. Seeing as I haven't prepared anything for you, you may wait here while I get something for you to eat, as well as myself." Throk told her as he knelt down and took the leash off of her collar, rolling it up and putting it on the coffee table before standing up again.

(Y/n) looked down at the floor again and stood still, not wanting to accidentally anger her new master if she moved from her spot. While she patiently waited Throk went to his kitchen and prepared some food goo for her to eat, he wasn't cruel enough to starve such a petite human. He had to look up different foods from Earth so that he could select a flavor, that way her food would taste like it. As for himself, he reheated some leftovers that had been sitting in his fridge for the past two days that he didn't want to go bad. Throk was going to let (Y/n) sit at the table, not wanting her to eat on the floor like a yupper; some of the other commanders preferred their pets to eat on the floor, but he wasn't one of them.

"Come here, (Y/n). Dinner's ready." Throk called out from his dining room, pulling out a chair for her after he set the table.

After waiting a few minutes for him to prepare dinner (Y/n) walked in the direction of where Throk's voice came from, a little surprised that he made dinner so quickly. She was used to eating delicious high quality food goo when she lived with Zarkon, but she didn't know what to expect from Throk while living with him. (Y/n) was thankful that he wasn't making her eat on the floor, so she gratefully sat on her knees after she climbed up onto the large chair. Back when she lived with Zarkon she had to eat on the floor like most pets, something she utterly despised even though her spirit had been broken. Throk was used to either eating dinner alone or eating it in the cafeteria with everyone else, although having someone else eating with him in his habsuite felt strange.

"I don't know what you humans eat, so I selected a random flavor for your dinner." Throk said after (Y/n) got comfortable on the chair, ignoring her somewhat visible breasts.

"Thank you, Sir." (Y/n) thanked the tall lanky commander, thankful for the meal; she glanced at his food for a second, recognizing it as a traditional galran dish that she wasn't able to digest.

Throk didn't say anything as he began eating, quietly humming in satisfaction when a piece of the slightly spicy meat touched his tongue. He started thinking of house rules as he ate, knowing that he needed to establish them so there wouldn't be any confusion as to what (Y/n) was and wasn't allowed to do. He decided to go shopping the next day, now needing supplies for her; he wasn't even aware about a certain monthly issue (Y/n) dealt with yet. (Y/n's) eyes widened when she scooped up some of the food goo with her spoon and ate it, beyond surprised when the flavor of (F/f) met her tongue; even after going so long without tasting her favorite food she still remembered the flavor of it. She had to force herself to eat slowly so that she wouldn't get an upset stomach, not wanting to tempt fate.

"I know that Emperor Zarkon said that you were well trained, but I have rules that you need to follow while you're living here." Throk said about halfway through dinner, looking at (Y/n) from across the table.

"Yes Sir." (Y/n) responded in a firm yet respectful way, knowing that she would have to get used to a new set of rules.

"First off, you're not allowed to go outside of my habsuite without me and when I take you out you need to wear your robe and leash, you're not to speak unless spoken to; you're allowed to speak in here if you feel like it, but you will always speak respectfully. You're also not allowed to use any sharp objects or contact anyone on the outside by using any devices. I'm taking you out shopping for supplies tomorrow, so you'll have a more decent robe to wear when I take you out, as well as a few other supplies. Never take food or drinks from anyone else unless I approve first." Throk told (Y/n) in a calm tone, knowing that she would follow his rules and never misbehave since she had already been housebroken.

"Yes Sir, I understand." (Y/n) replied while sitting up straight and meeting his gaze, wanting to do her best to please him.

"Good girl. Now, you may finish your meal. I'll leave a blanket and a pillow on the couch so that you can sleep there until you're comfortable sharing a bed with me." Throk said before he went back to eating, not wanting his food to get cold.

When (Y/n) lived with Zarkon she was used to sleeping with him, but she couldn't help but lightly blush as she thought about sleeping with Throk. As she began eating again she tried her best not to feel flustered; (Y/n) was thankful that Throk was letting her sleep on his couch instead of making her sleep in his bed with him right away. A slight smirk appeared on Throk's face when he noticed how (Y/n) suddenly got a little flustered, he liked it when she showed a little emotion instead of acting like a soulless robot. Later that evening after she fell asleep on the couch and Throk was in bed he decided to do some research on humans so that he would know how to take care of you, he didn't want anything unexpected to happen if he remained ignorant. He hoped that he could eventually have a strong bond with (Y/n) and gain her trust, but for the time being he would go easy on her so she could adjust to her new home.

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(Y/n) was woken up by the scent of breakfast accompanied by the sound of cookware being used in the kitchen, briefly remembering what happened the previous night. She woke up more when she heard sizzling and smelled some kind of meat being cooked, hoping she could eat some of it. (Y/n) couldn't wait to have a new robe as she slid off of the couch and walked to the table right in time for breakfast; Throk made teraaico astro-bacon and offered some kind of juice to drink to her, one she could digest. She for the delicious breakfast before she began to eat, speaking in her usual monotone tone. Before she knew it, breakfast was done and Throk was ready to take her to the space mall.

Throk made sure (Y/n) was well groomed and her teeth were brushed before they left galra central command, it would have been an insult if he took her out looking like he wasn't taking care of her. While he flew his small ship to the space mall, he occasionally glanced at (Y/n) who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat. He was slightly unnerved by her silence, so he turned the radio on which was already tuned into his favorite death rock channel. (Y/n) just continued to sit still, not saying anything thanks to the 'training' she had when she was younger. After finding a good parking spot and grabbing a floating shopping cart, Throk led (Y/n) out of the indoor parking lot and into the mall.

"We're going to the galran bedding store first and then I'm going to take you to get some clothes. There's a store that sells items from Earth, so that will be our final stop." Throk told (Y/n) while he led her through the mall, not caring if anyone was looking at them; it wasn't exactly uncommon to see a galran commander leading his or her pet through the mall.

"Yes Sir." (Y/n) answered quietly, thankful that her new master was walking slow enough for her to keep up; she might have been well trained, but it didn’t stop her from being in awe of the amount of stores.

Throk smirked for a moment when he glanced back at (Y/n) who was subtly looking at her surroundings, her (E/c) eyes slightly widener than usual. When the first store was in his sight, Throk led the young woman behind him straight to it; he always enjoyed going into the store that sold specially made soft and fluffy blankets and pillows for galra. (Y/n) still wasn't sure how to feel about being out on an actual shopping trip with Throk, usually Zarkon ordered everything she needed and had it delivered straight to his office. However, she kind of liked being out on a real life shopping trip, one where she had the opportunity to go into real stores. A few moments after entering the store she saw a fluffy (F/c) blanket that came with a (S/f/c) fluffy pillow, both items catching her eye.

"Have you found something you like?" Throk asked (Y/n) when he saw her looking at a specific pillow and blanket, not missing the longing expression on her face.

"Y-yeah. Is it alright if I can have the (F/c) blanket and the (S/f/c) pillow?" (Y/n) replied with a quiet voice, hoping that she wasn't pushing any boundaries.

"If you really like them, then yes. You're my pet and I'll buy you anything you like." Throk assured her, reaching for the first two items and putting them in the shopping cart.

(Y/n) thanked her master after he added the first two items, grateful for anything he bought for her; all of her other things were technically owned by Zarkon, so they were still in his quarters. Her monthly hygiene products that were still in the Emperor’s bathroom were most likely either packed away or thrown out, unfortunately he didn't care enough to give them to Throk. Throk had a better idea of what to buy based on (Y/n's) favorite colors, picking out a few extra blankets and another pillow or two before walking over to the cashier to pay for the items. (Y/n) felt oddly happy after leaving the first store; the happy feeling was so foreign to her, but she knew better than to act out on her feelings. However, that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself a little while she was at the mall, even though she had to be led around with a leash.

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After stopping by a hobby store that just so happened to sell things for (Y/n's) favorite hobby Throk led her to the clothing store where he would buy some regular clothes for her to wear for the time being; he would take her to visit the seamstress at galra central command on another day so that she could have a few better fitting outfits to wear during the day, as well as a few bras. After being a slave for so long (Y/n) still remembered her favorite hobby and was surprised there was a store that sold the necessary stuff for it; for the first time in years she had a genuine smile tugging at her lips. The trip to the clothing store was a little awkward for (Y/n) since some of the items had to be bought from the children's section, seeing as most of the clothes were designed for species larger than humans. The final shopping destination of the day was the Earth store which was located on the second level of the mall. As soon as Throk led her in the store, (Y/n's) eyes widened; she couldn't believe how many items from her home world were in the store.

"You can look around the store for items you like." Throk calmly told (Y/n), a slight smile appearing on his face when he smelled pheromones of excitement coming from her.

"Thank you, Sir." (Y/n) spoke with the slightest hint of excitement, looking up at her master while smiling; she could hardly wait to see what all was being sold in the store.

Throk's smile grew ever so slightly after she took the lead, making sure not to accidentally knock anything over with the cart while he followed her through the store. The store was small, but the owner was good at finding room for the various knick knacks and other objects he brought from Earth. (Y/n) could hardly believe what she found on one of the back shelves, the martian actually had a few boxes/bags (F/s); she hadn't eaten any since before her capture. Throk made a mental note of his pet's reaction to finding (F/s), something he would be sure to buy more of in the future. His personal favorite snack from Earth was chocolate pudding, unfortunately the next shipment of it had yet to come in.

"What are those?" Throk questioned with an unimpressed tone when he saw (Y/n) grabbing every box/package of tampons/pads; he didn't know what they were at that particular time, but obviously his pet did.

"They’re necessary hygiene products for me, Sir. Have I overstepped a boundary?" (Y/n) answered, panicking slightly when she saw Throk looking at the pads/tampons.

"No, you haven't; I was simply curious." Throk responded simply, waiting for (Y/n) to finish putting her chosen hygiene products into the cart; speaking of which, he chose a hairbrush and a few other items for her personal care that he would put in his bathroom at home.

(Y/n) let out a silent sigh of relief; if she wasn't careful, she would accidentally cross a line and get in trouble for being too spirited, little did she know that there was no line to cross. She finished putting the packages/boxes of pads/tampons into the cart before spotting a mug with her favorite cartoon character on it, looking at her master and putting it in the cart after seeing his nod of approval. If Throk was treating her so well thus far, she could get used to being his pet. After (Y/n) finished looking through the store Throk paid for everything, making sure that she didn't want anything else first. (Y/n) couldn't wait to go home and try on one of her new outfits and use the new soap she found, especially since it was her favorite scent.

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After the shopping was done Throk led (Y/n) to the food court where they ate lunch together; (Y/n) was a little surprised that her master knew Sal, the owner of one of the little restaurants, so well. She had to admit that the food was good too despite never eating it before, once again thanking Throk for getting her something. Throk was happy to provide for (Y/n), but he wished that she wouldn't act so rigid all the time. As much as she enjoyed being at the mall, (Y/n) knew that she and her master would eventually have to go home. During the return flight Throk played some softer music to calm (Y/n) down; he couldn't help but notice how anxious she was to return to galra central command.

(Y/n) did feel anxious about returning to the large mother ship, but that was where her current home was and she couldn't stay away forever. The shopping trip was more fun than she thought it'd be, Throk had bought everything for her to love comfortably, including a brand new datapad where she could download her favorite music. She wouldn't be able to contact anyone outside of galra central command with it, although she was perfectly okay with not being able to do so. After returning to their destination Throk had a few sentries carry the items bought that day to his habsuite while he led (Y/n) with the leash, he simply couldn't carry everything on his own. It wasn't long before they were completely alone, finally able to relax after the long day of shopping, Throk could tell that (Y/n) was a lot happier after he took her shopping.

"Did you enjoy the shopping trip?" Throk inquired while he and (Y/n) were eating dinner together, grinning when he saw the young woman jump slightly when he spoke.

"Yes, it was… It was fun. I haven't been away from Galra Central Command in a really long time. Thank you, Commander Throk." (Y/n) spoke with a humble tone, a slight smile appearing on her face; she had a lot of fun earlier that day, but she was still nervous about showing too much emotion.

"There’s no need for formalities here, you can call me by my name as long as we're alone." Throk told her reassuringly, letting her know that she could relax in the privacy of his habsuite.

"Are you sure? I don't want to displease you Maste- Throk." (Y/n) responded in a stunned tone, looking up at him with widened eyes; he was being serious and it shocked her.

"It would please me if you called me by my name, but only in my habsuite. You must always call me 'master' when we're in public." Throk confirmed with calmness, his grin turning into a slight smile; he wasn't used to acting kind to a lesser being, but (Y/n) brought that side of him out.

(Y/n's) smile tugged at the corners of her lips from the reassurance she received from her master; Zarkon mostly treated her with kindness, but with him she felt like she was walking on eggshells most of the time and she didn't feel that way with Throk. She went back to eating after a moment and so did Throk, neither of them minding the comfortable silence while they ate. (Y/n) got to take a bath after dinner, she loved using her new soap and her new extra soft bath towel afterwards, although soaking in the bath felt more relaxing than anything. Wearing her new pajamas Throk bought for her was also very nice, the soft fabric felt good against her skin. While she was taking her bath, Throk cleaned up after dinner and thought about his future with (Y/n) as his pet, he enjoyed having someone to keep him company and hoped that she would fully trust him in the future.

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Ever since Throk received (Y/n) as a gift from Zarkon Vhyx wanted to meet her; he wasn't interested in her in any specific way, he just wanted to meet his friend's human pet. He heard the young woman was one of the most well behaved pets in all of central command and he wanted to see her in person. Vhyx had never seen a human up close before; he had seen Shiro fight in the arena, but (Y/n) was female and from how Throk described her she wouldn't have been able to fight like Shiro could. In a way Vhyx was fascinated by (Y/n); she didn't exactly grow fur, although she often had little hairs growing in odd places on her body such as her arms and legs, a huge contrast to galra who were generally usually either hairless, covered in fur or were covered in a thin velvety kind of fur. One day during lunch Vhyx was sitting next to Throk as usual and he casually asked his friend if and when he could meet his pet.

Throk wasn't at all surprised by the question and invited Vhyx over to his place for dinner, not necessarily in a date kind of way but rather as a friend coming over to dinner kind of way. In all honesty Throk didn't mind Vhyx meeting (Y/n) seeing as the other man had self control and wouldn't harm her, unlike others such as Sendak or Ranveig who were abusive towards pets. He sent a notification to (Y/n) during lunch, telling her that he was bringing Vhyx to dinner that night so she wouldn't be caught off guard. (Y/n) made sure to wash up and put her best clothes on since she wanted to look as good as she was well behaved; she had seen Vhyx around central command before, so she already knew who he was. Before Throk returned home he and Vhyx stopped by one of the on-site mini restaurants to pick up some takeout; once they got to Throk's place (Y/n) was already standing straight near the door since she was ready to greet them.

"I see that you've been awaiting our arrival; (Y/n), this is Commander Vhyx." Throk said with a slight grin before introducing his friend and dinner guest after he and the other man took their boots off.

"It's an honor to meet you, Commander Vhyx." (Y/n) humbly greeted the other commander while speaking politely, reminding herself not to show much emotion.

"It's an honor to meet you as well; Throk has told me a lot about you." Vhyx spoke kindly, giving the young woman a polite smile.

"I have takeout for the three of us to eat. Please help me get the table ready." Throk told (Y/n) before ordering her to help him set the table; he didn't speak in a demanding tone since he knew she'd help him.

"Yes Sir." (Y/n) responded with a hint of enthusiasm even though she spoke in her usual tone; only Throk noticed the change in her tone.

Vhyx followed Throk and (Y/n) to the table while carrying the takeout, sitting down and opening each of the little boxes of food before putting them in the middle of the table. (Y/n) helped Throk by getting some forks and spoons since the other dishes were too high for her to reach and she didn't want to risk accidentally dropping any. Throk got the plates out of one of the cupboards and placed them on the table, helping his pet put the silverware by each plate. He got the three of them drinks while (Y/n) got up on her chair; Zarkon always made her eat on his lap when he had guests over, so she was grateful her new master allowed her to sit on her own chair. It wasn't long before they were all sitting at the table and eating the takeout Throk got on his way home; he and Vhyx talked most of the time which gave (Y/n) the opportunity to eat in peace.

"How's life with Throk been?" Vhyx asked (Y/n) about halfway through dinner, looking at her from across the table and putting his fork down for a moment.

"It's been good, Sir." (Y/n) answered professionally; she wasn't sure what else to say since she didn't want Vhyx to think Throk was going soft by letting her speak her mind, even though she enjoyed living with him.

"I'm glad to know he's been treating you well." Vhyx answered, he was glad that his best friend was treating her better than Zarkon did since he wasn't completely heartless.

Throk grinned while he ate, happy that his friend was getting along well with his pet; he might have been one hundred percent loyal to Zarkon but he wasn't a completely mindless follower. He didn't mind (Y/n) getting more comfortable around Vhyx as long as they didn't get too  close to the point where they were attracted to each other. At some point (Y/n) went back to eating and Vhyx started talking to Throk about the next gladiator match and who they thought was going to win. (Y/n) felt bad for all the innocent people who were being forced to fight in the arena, but there wasn't anything she could do to save them because she would be killed if she did. Dinner went well and so did dessert; Throk made some kind of alien cookies that (Y/n) couldn't remember the name of, but she liked the flavor of.

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(Y/n) spit out the mixture of toothpaste and water into the bathroom sink while she stood on her step-stool, thoroughly rinsing her mouth out after she finished brushing her teeth. After spending the evening with Throk and Vhyx she felt sleepy and was more than ready to fall asleep on the couch; she wasn't ready to sleep with Throk during that particular time yet and thankfully he wasn't forcing her to. (Y/n) put her cup and toothbrush in their places before she got down and grabbed her pajamas, stripping herself and putting her day clothes in the hamper along with the other clothes. Once her pajamas were on she proceeded to use the bathroom and finish whatever else she needed to do before exiting the large bathroom and walking to the living room. (Y/n) smiled when she saw Throk making the couch more comfortable, but stopping before he saw her; she had to do everything she could to not show much emotion.

"There you are; I got the couch ready for you." Throk said when he turned around and saw his pet standing a few feet away, his nostrils flaring when he caught the scent of her pheromones; she was clearly conflicted about something, but he wasn't going to force her to tell him what it was.

"Thanks." (Y/n) replied awkwardly while looking up at the tall lanky male, thanking him for making the couch more comfortable for her.

"I hope you find it satisfactory. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself this evening." Throk responded before he changed the subject, grinning as he stepped to the side and watched her walk over to the couch.

"Y-yeah, it was nice. G-goodnight." (Y/n) stuttered a little as she spoke and felt her body heat up a little when she walked towards the couch, trying her best to ignore the incredibly sexy grin on Throk's face.

"Goodnight, my pet." Throk purred seductively on purpose, his grin widening when he smelled the telltale scent of arousal, albeit a very faint scent.

(Y/n) shuddered in arousal from what Throk said; she mentally slapped herself for being a little turned on by mere words alone. She climbed up on the couch, laid down and covered herself with one of the blankets before she watched Throk turn the living room lights off and retire to his own room, noticing how he didn't close the door just like every other night. (Y/n) turned over so that she was facing the back of the large comfortable couch, hating herself for feeling flustered all of a sudden. Meanwhile, Throk quickly got out of his clothes and did his usual nightly routine before finally going to bed and getting comfortable amongst his many fluffy blankets. It wasn't long before he fell asleep, smiling as he remembered the day's events.

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(Y/n) knew it had to happen sooner or later but she wasn't looking forward to it; the day started out perfectly normal and she only felt slightly under the weather when it happened, she was simply using the bathroom when she saw blood on the toilet paper, a sure sign that her period started. After living with Zarkon for so long (Y/n) learned how to keep her mood swings in check, although it was easy after the way he used to hit her years prior whenever she got emotional or agitated due to her period hormones. (Y/n) was very thankful that she had plenty of pads/tampons to use, unfortunately she didn't know where the painkillers were and started to panic because she was beginning to feel a cramping sensation in her lower abdomen. Throk always had something sweet stocked in his kitchen including some of the (F/s) she found at the mall, so she could always easily satisfy her food craving. (Y/n) knew that Throk was busy doing his daily work, nevertheless she desperately needed painkillers and decided to contact him.

' I hate to bother you at work but I need to know where the painkillers are, I already know the right amount to take. It's an emergency.'

After (Y/n) sent the message to Throk's communicator she went to go lay on the couch until he came to help her, wincing as she used her step-stool to climb up and laid down amongst her blankets and pillows. Since she was alone she allowed herself to cry, unable to stop the hot tears from flowing freely down her face; being emotional was something she could only do in private because she was afraid of being punished. Her cramps didn't help her mood, each one feeling as though someone was stabbing her in the lower abdomen with a knife; back when she lived with Zarkon she would take the right amount of painkillers and rest for most of the day. By the time Throk came to her aid (Y/n) was done crying and was in too much pain to do much of anything else, wishing that she knew where the painkillers were. Throk was worried when he saw the message (Y/n) sent him and wondered what was wrong, although he had a pretty good idea when he smelled blood coming from her.

"Did you hurt yourself?" Throk questioned when he knelt down in front of the couch, a slight sneer on his face because he truly thought she somehow managed to hurt herself on purpose.

"No. I'm on my period and I feel as though my body is trying to kill itself. Please just get me the painkillers." (Y/n) mumbled in response, cracking her eyes open and looking at Throk whose expression softened a little when she answered him.

"Is that the cause of your bleeding? Human biology, such a nuisance." Throk said mostly to himself before he stood up and walked to the bathroom; he didn't exactly understand what a period was but he didn't want (Y/n) to continue to be in pain.

(Y/n) simply laid on the couch and didn't think about what Throk said; she'd heard much worse during her life. All she could think about was the painkillers she was about to be given, knowing it would help her annoying cramps to go away. (Y/n) ate some (F/s) earlier so that when she took the small amount of medication it wouldn't harm her system, although what she really wanted was someone to curl up around her while she slept. Meanwhile, Throk wondered if he should stay in his habsuite to take care of his pet; he really wanted to, but unfortunately he couldn't because Zarkon needed him to finish his daily duties. He promptly returned to the living room with the bottle of painkiller medication, the little cup that came with and a cup half full of water for (Y/n) to drink.

"Here, this will help with the pain." Throk said with a soft tone once he returned to the couch, measuring the right amount of pain medication and held it out for her to take.

(Y/n) groaned in pain when she slowly sat up and took the little cup from Throk, her fingers brushing against his before she drank the bitter yellowish liquid which had a slight glow to it. She gave the little cup back to her master while gagging, thanking him for the cup of water that he gave her to help wash the disgusting flavor down. Throk blamed his protective instincts for the way he felt when he gave (Y/n) the medicine she needed; he never thought he'd actually care about a lesser species' health and well-being. While she drank the water he went to go put the bottle back in his bathroom, quickly returning and kneeling down in front of the couch once again. (Y/n) couldn't recall what happened next after she finished drinking from the cup, one minute she was being picked up and the next Throk laid her on what she could only describe as the most comfortable bed she'd ever laid on.

"Try to rest, I'll return later as usual." Throk told (Y/n), speaking with a soft, caring tone while he carefully tucked her in; he was going to let her sleep on his bed since she wasn't feeling well, knowing it would help her feel better.

(Y/n) looked up at the lanky male before she closed her eyes and sighed, feeling extremely sleepy all of a sudden; she wasn't exactly able to process what happened, so all she could do was fall asleep. Throk loved his bed comfy and had more than enough fluffy blankets and pillows to make it just the way he liked it, he knew (Y/n) liked it too because she fell asleep as soon as he tucked her in. He stood next to his bed for a few moments, making sure she was going to be okay before he turned around and walked out of his bedroom. Later during his lunch break Throk decided that it would be a good idea to look up a few things about human reproduction cycles so he could better understand what his pet was going through and how he could help her. Having a human pet was sometimes a lot of work and Throk often wondered how long it had taken Zarkon to get used to it, although he didn't dwell on it for very long because he had work to do.

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As the days passed Throk noticed how (Y/n's) menstrual cycle seemed to ease up a little as it neared its end, meaning she would go back to her normal self sooner rather than later. The galran man was horrified when he researched what was going on with his pet; everything he read explained what a period was with a list of symptoms, why human women had them and how certain medical conditions related to a woman's cycle could make it worse. A day or two before her period was supposed to end (Y/n) decided to try a new snack Throk picked up at the space mall; she couldn't read anything on the packaging but it was apparently some kind of alien fruit shaped candy and she wanted to try it due to craving sugary food. Throk already told her that she could eat anything in the kitchen, so she knew he wouldn't mind sharing some of the candy he bought; the flavor wasn't something she'd tasted before but (Y/n) liked it. In the meantime it was Throk's lunch break and he decided to check on (Y/n), although he wasn't expecting to find her eating a bowl of the candy he recently bought while sitting on the step-stool in the kitchen.

"I see that you're feeling better." Throk commented while he stood in the kitchen doorway, waiting for (Y/n) to notice him.

"Yes Sir, I'm feeling a lot better. I apologize for sitting and eating on the step-stool." (Y/n) responded after she stood up straight and put the nearly empty bowl where she had previously been sitting, apologizing for sitting and eating where she shouldn't have been.

"I forgive you, but don't do it again. I've decided to spend my lunch break here again, that way you're not too lonely." Throk said as he lightly scolded the young woman; she wasn't breaking a rule or anything but he didn't necessarily want her eating while sitting on the step-stool.

(Y/n) was relieved that she wasn't in trouble, so she grabbed her bowl of candy and walked to the dining room where she could join Throk for lunch. Ever since the second day of her period he came home to his habsuite in order to check in with her which was actually very sweet of him to do; Zarkon used to mostly avoid her during her period, which was usually for the better. Throk couldn't say it out loud, or rather wouldn't, but he was genuinely worried about (Y/n's) well-being and he wanted her time of the month as comfortable as possible. During the meal he shared portions of his lunch in case she hadn't eaten anything healthy since breakfast; candy was good and all but he had to make sure his pet was getting the nutrients she needed. Throk left after he and (Y/n) finished eating lunch together, making sure there were plenty of healthy snacks for her to eat in case she got hungry again before he returned later that evening.

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With each day that passed ever since Zarkon gave (Y/n) to Throk she felt as though years worth of bottling up her emotions was going to make her have a mental breakdown; Throk treated her with a kindness Zarkon never treated her with and it made her feel too comfortable around him. After her period ended she went back to sleeping on the couch where she was comfortable, not ready to sleep in her master's bed yet. When Throk was out doing his daily duties (Y/n) did her best to remain emotionless; if she started showing emotion then she would be punished for acting out and discarded like garbage. (Y/n) knew that pets who acted out were discarded and never seen again because they were either sent to the arena or simply thrown in the incinerator within the lowest level of the main hub. She also didn't want to be beaten, Throk hadn't been cruel to her but she was still scared about being abused if she wasn't constantly emotionless.

Throk could tell that something was going on with (Y/n) even after her period ended, but he didn't know the first thing about talking to human women about their feelings. He'd been concerned about her from day one because she acted completely emotionless when she wasn't on her period; before he received her he could care less about what some pet was feeling but now that he had (Y/n) he found himself genuinely concerned about her. After dinner one evening Throk definitely noticed a change (Y/n's) behavior, observing how she acted as though she was going to break down crying or something. (Y/n) was near the tipping point that had been building up for years, barely able to keep a straight face and not cry. The lanky commander sat next to his pet on the couch after he finished loading the dishwasher; he knew that he needed to do something to help her, but he didn't know exactly what to do.

"Are you feeling alright?" Throk asked (Y/n) in a neutral tone, looking down at her with a concerned expression.

"I- I'm fine." (Y/n) answered quietly, the sound of her master's concerned voice only made her feel more emotions than she'd felt in a very long time.

Throk didn't believe her about being fine; he could tell that she obviously wasn't just by smelling the pheromones she was letting off. (Y/n) looked down at her lap and felt her bottom lip tremble a little, trying her best not to start crying in fear of being punished. She felt embarrassed for getting emotional when she shouldn't; Throk wasn't exactly known for being a kindhearted person, but he treated her well which was what made (Y/n) feel things she'd never felt before. Throk patiently waited for the young woman to do something; he was definitely having doubts about trying to get her to open up to him. His ears twitched when he heard her sniffle, knowing he broke down her emotional walls once she began sobbing; her body trembled as she finally allowed herself to let go of everything she kept bottled up.

"I'm sorry, please don't send me away!" (Y/n) pleaded as she hid her face behind her hands, slouching so that Throk couldn't see her tear stained face.

"Send you away? You're loyal and well behaved, I would never get rid of you." Throk replied calmly, hesitant to touch his pet because he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do or not.

"No I'm not! I'm a horrible bitch who doesn't know her p-place! I deserve to be punished!" (Y/n) stammered, sobs wracking her body as her past trauma surfaced.

"Your place is to keep me company, you've been doing just that for the entire time you've been with me." Throk spoke with a sympathetic tone; he knew Zarkon was cruel and it made his heart ache from the knowledge of (Y/n) being abused so badly in the past.

"I- I'll be a good girl! Please don't whip me! I'm a good girl! I- I'm a good girl!" (Y/n) wailed loudly while sobbing harder, feeling a little breathless during her mental breakdown.

For the first time in his life Throk began to panic; he was usually good at staying calm unless someone pissed him off, although seeing his pet in such distress made him panic a little seeing as she never showed emotion. It made him sick knowing how Zarkon 'trained' (Y/n) to behave, especially since she had only been a child when the abuse started. On a normal basis Throk wouldn't care how a lesser being was treated, he'd killed innocent people before, but (Y/n) meant a lot to him and he wished that she hadn't of been hurt so much during her life. The galran commander gathered the weeping human into his arms and hugged her against his broad chest, thankful he removed his armor after he came home earlier. (Y/n) couldn't do anything except sob harder because of the gentle physical contact, allowing the emotional walls she'd built up fall; she didn't know how else to react to her master comforting her.

"Hush now, little one. You're alright, I'm not going to harm you. There's no need for you to fear me." Throk spoke quietly as he gently rubbed his left hand up and down her back, nuzzling the top of her head in a comforting way.

"W- why? Why would you want someone as disgusting as me around?" (Y/n) questioned in between sobs, hiding her face in the crook of the large male's neck.

"I don't find you disgusting. Now, stop talking about yourself like that. You're my pet and I'm happy with you." Throk softly assured her, purring quietly as he continued to rub her back and nuzzle her.

(Y/n) couldn't believe what she was hearing, Throk wasn't going to punish her for showing emotion like Zarkon did; her treatment during childhood and early adolescence stunted her emotional growth, and aside from being a loyal 'pet' to the galra she didn't have an identity. She reminded herself that no one knew about her breakdown, so she let herself become overwhelmed by everything she had been holding in for the past ten or so years. Actually feeling something other than numbness felt too foreign for the young woman to handle; not having to worry about punishment felt like a weight was lifted off of her chest. Throk felt (Y/n) stop trembling after a while, letting her rest against him while he whispered comforting things to her; he wasn't good at being vulnerable but he was determined to learn. No matter what he would help (Y/n) heal from her trauma, making a mental note to secretly take her to the one-site therapist.

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After (Y/n's) breakdown she finally felt comfortable enough to learn how to be herself as an individual instead of acting like a servant who had no rights. It felt beyond strange to figure out just who she was, so she took it one day at a time; she experienced relapses every so often, thankfully Throk tried his best to help her through them. In the meantime, Throk was learning how to be more compassionate when he usually would have been sassy if it had been anyone else. The galran male kept his facade out in public in order to avoid suspension, but in the privacy of his habsuite he treated his pet with patience and kindness, something he definitely wasn't known for. Throk definitely noticed a change in (Y/n's) behavior as each quintant passed; she seemed to trust him a little more and she was more comfortable around him.

(Y/n) still didn't fully trust Throk because of how close he was to Zarkon and she didn't want to risk punishment if she was caught thinking for herself in private, but as long as she didn't get too comfortable nothing bad would happen to her. Throk seemed to be trying so hard to become a compassionate person when he was with her; she knew he would always be salty and enjoy watching gladiator matches with his friends, although she respected him even though she didn't agree with how cruel it was to watch people kill each other for the fun of it. At some point (Y/n) started wanting to sleep on Throk's bed with him at night; she knew how comfortable it was and she wouldn't mind having to sleep with her master if it meant she got to be comfy when she slept. She knew he definitely ( wasn't ) going to force her to have sex with him if she slept in his bed, so she figured it was safe enough to do so. However, (Y/n) was scared to ask Throk if she could sleep with him in his bed since she still didn't quite trust him yet; one night in particular though she decided to ask him.

"Is there something you need?" Throk inquired when he noticed (Y/n) standing next to his bed while looking up at him with what he could only describe as an adorably cute expression, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

"Yeah, there is- I mean… If it's not too much trouble, could I maybe s-sleep with you in your bed." (Y/n) shyly asked her master, averting her gaze a little as she spoke; she could feel her heart pounding in her chest which was only making her feel more flustered than before.

"You want to sleep with me? Are you sure?" Throk questioned, astonished that she was actually  comfortable with sleeping in the same bed as him; he honestly thought she'd never want to sleep in bed with him.

"Y-yes, if it's not too much trouble." (Y/n) stammered awkwardly, shyly looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"It's of no inconvenience to me." Throk responded with a calm tone, sending a reassuring grin in her direction as he turned his datapad off and put the device on his nightstand.

(Y/n) looked directly at Throk with shock, although she shouldn't have been so surprised about him allowing her to sleep with him seeing as he'd invited her to do so before. She let herself be picked up by her master, knowing he wouldn't drop her since he was extra careful while helping her up onto his bed. Throk picked (Y/n) up as carefully as he could despite the awkward angle; it only took a few ticks for him to have her laying next to him in bed. (Y/n) didn't mind sleeping between Throk and the wall because of the pillows lining the farthest side of the bed, and she knew he wouldn't do anything to harm her while she slept. She got as comfy as possible, nestling herself into the blanket nest before tucking herself in with a delightfully fluffy dark gray blanket.

"I know that you don't quite trust me yet, I don't hold that against you, but I want to get to know you better." Throk spoke softly as he too got settled, a non-threatening grin spread across his thin lips.

"You- you want to know more about me ? For real?" (Y/n) queried in disbelief, hardly able to believe that he wanted to get to know her better.

"Yes, I do. I find your mysterious past quite fascinating. You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to." Throk replied with an understanding tone; honestly, he understood if she didn't want to tell him about certain parts of her past.

"I- I don't really remember much about Earth because I was kidnapped when I was just a little kid. Sometimes I see two people in my dreams that I think are my parents, but I don't remember them exactly no matter how hard I try. I remember some of the food I used to eat, though, and a few other things." (Y/n) anxiously told the older man, opening up to him a little; she felt sad that she didn't remember too much about her time on Earth.

"Is that how you remembered some of your favorite dishes?" Throk asked her with curiosity, wanting to know basically anything about her he could find out so that he knew her better on a more personal level.

(Y/n) started telling him about how she managed to remember her old favorite foods back from when she was a child as her answer; she could barely remember each memory as a whole but it was better than nothing. The human woman tried to remember as much as she could of Earth, pausing every so often to attempt remembering other things she hadn't quite forgotten. Throk paid attention to everything (Y/n) told him, knowing that she couldn't remember everything about her childhood on her homeworld. He wouldn't mind traveling to Earth just to try some of the various cuisines that humans made; from his understanding there were countless foods and specialized dishes from across the entire planet and he was sure he would like several of them. Throk also wanted to see the sights (Y/n) told him about, trying his best to imagine them as she described each one to the best of her ability.

"I'm sorry if I'm making you bored." (Y/n) said after talking for a while, letting out a yawn since she felt really sleepy.

"I'm not bored, just fascinated. Anyway, we should get some sleep." Throk assured (Y/n) before he reached over and turned his bedside lamp off, leaving darkness behind where dim light once shone.

"Oh, I'm glad that I didn't bore you to death. G-goodnight." (Y/n) said awkwardly as she laid down, knowing that she was definitely blushing; what else could she do when she was about to sleep in the same bed as an attractive galran man?

"Goodnight, sleep well." Throk responded as he laid down, tucking himself in and closing his eyes while silently wondering why his body felt so warm and tingly all of a sudden.

(Y/n) tried her best to fall asleep but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't nod off, sleeping in the same bed as Throk made her feel tingly which made it difficult for her to sleep. She fought the urge to cuddle up to her master; she thought he wasn't the cuddly type and she didn't want to push any boundaries. On the other hand, Throk fell asleep shortly after he tucked himself in and laid his head on his fluffy pillow, happy that (Y/n) finally felt comfortable enough to sleep in bed with him. There was something about having someone smaller sleeping next to him that made Throk want to cuddle with her, although he wouldn't since he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. Eventually, (Y/n) finally fell asleep after a while; she and Throk eventually ended up pressed against each other sometime in the middle of the night, their bodies fitting together as though they belonged with each other.

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Throk breathed in (Y/n's) scent when he started to wake up, enjoying the sensation of her much smaller body pressed against his. He'd been dreaming about having a much smaller lover and the feeling of someone wrapped in his embrace made his dream seem almost too real; he was secretly lonely which was why he often lashed out at others. Throk smiled and started purring when he woke up, realizing that he was cuddling with (Y/n) and she seemed to enjoy it considering her face was buried against his pajama clad chest. It was during that moment he came to a realization; he felt very protective of her and he would protect her from anyone who dared to harm her. (Y/n) shifted in her sleep and a cute little groan followed, causing the male who was cuddling with her to quietly purr slightly louder.

"Wake up, dearest, it's time to start the day." Throk whispered, his eyes widening when he realized what he called her; he didn't necessarily mean to call her such an intimate name, it just slipped out.

(Y/n) heard Throk's voice but she didn't quite hear what he called her, the young woman was too asleep to register what was going on. She'd been having one of the most wonderful dreams she had in a long time and she didn't want it to end, unfortunately she started waking up when she felt and heard Throk purring. Throk reached behind him and turned his bedside lamp on; even though his bedroom had a window it was always dark since galra central command was located out in the middle of space. He grinned when he brushed a few strands of (H/c) hair away from (Y/n's) eyes, thinking she was adorable while she slept. Throk watched as (Y/n) woke up, patiently waiting for her to realize what position they were in, hoping she wouldn't panic.

"Throk… I- I'm-" (Y/n) quietly stammered as she became more aware of how she was wrapped up in her master's embrace, attempting to apologize but not able to form a full sentence.

"You're alright, we ended up like this sometime in the middle of the night. I know you're enjoying being close to me." Throk spoke softly, lightly caressing the middle of her back with his left hand.

"So then- you're not upset?" (Y/n) hesitantly asked him, almost too nervous to say anything; learning how to trust anyone was difficult for her after everything she'd been through.

"Of course not. As much as I would prefer staying like this with you we need to get out of bed, otherwise Zarkon might think something happened to me." Throk responded, his grin turning into a humorous smirk at the thought of his emperor looking everywhere for him.

(Y/n) knew he was right, they needed to get out of bed and start the day since Throk had to do his duties as usual; however, she secretly wanted to continue cuddling with him for a while longer. Now that she was sleeping in bed with him (Y/n) decided that it was time to move most of her blankets and pillows from the couch to his bed, only leaving a few of the comforting items on the couch for when she binge watched whatever she could find on the internet. Throk uncovered both himself and (Y/n) before he sat up and picked her up bridal style, giving her forehead an affectionate nuzzle as he carefully got out of bed and casually walked across his bedroom. He enjoyed carrying his pet around more than he probably should have, but he couldn't help it because she was just so tiny compared to him. In retrospect having (Y/n) around was good for the galran commander; sure, he had allies and a few friends, but he would never act the way he did around the young human woman with anyone else.

Since Throk's arms were full (Y/n) helped turn the lights around his habsuite on, smiling widely each time she pushed a light switch. He had never seen (Y/n) act so happy and carefree, a huge contrast to when he first received her and he genuinely enjoyed it. Once the lights were all turned on he decided to let her help him make breakfast that morning; Throk would handle all the hard stuff, but (Y/n) could help him with the easier tasks such as getting the food out of the fridge and cupboards. Despite not being able to fully trust Throk yet (Y/n) was beginning to trust him which was a big step in her healing process; it would take a long time for her to heal mentally and emotionally, so she took it one day at a time. Breakfast was especially tasty that morning, (Y/n) didn't know if it was because she got to eat her favorite breakfast or if it was because she helped make it, but with how her life had been treating her she knew that she would eventually be able to fully trust Throk.

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After (Y/n) started trusting Throk more and began sleeping in bed with him every night she felt a lot better about her life, she wasn't just  a slave who no one cared about anymore. Throk felt special ever since he started gaining (Y/n's) trust; it was like he finally found the holy grail after a long journey. He liked her sleeping in bed with him too since they usually ended up cuddling in the middle of the night and he woke up with her wrapped up in his long arms. As the next couple of months passed (Y/n) trusted her master more and more; she never thought she'd enjoy living with him, but she did and her outlook on life improved. At some point Throk started taking (Y/n) for short walks every day so that she could get the exercise she needed and so she didn't go crazy if she only stayed inside his habsuite for too long.

Life was going great for the galran man and the human woman, although their lives were about to change and they didn't even know it. The day started with Throk and (Y/n) cuddling together in bed as usual before they got up, dressed in separate rooms and made breakfast so they could eat together. Before the commander left to do his duties for the day he packed his lunch and bid (Y/n) farewell, knowing she would keep herself busy by watching something on her datapad. (Y/n) enjoyed watching her favorite shows and doing her other hobbies while eating anything she wanted during the day even though she sometimes felt lonely when she was alone. Everything had been going perfectly until she heard a big boom coming from somewhere, almost like an explosion; it sounded like it came from below where the commander habsuites were and at first she didn't think much of it until she heard an even louder boom.

"What the heck is going on down there?" (Y/n) asked out loud while looking at the floor, wondering exactly what was going on in the levels below her.

Something was definitely happening and that something would change her and Throk's life, but she just didn't know what was happening during that particular moment. (Y/n) went back to peacefully watching her movie/show until she heard another couple of big booms which was followed by the whole habsuite shaking a little. After she heard more big booms and felt shaking (Y/n) came to a realization; someone was attacking galra central command and just the thought made the young woman afraid. What if Throk got killed by whoever was attacking? So many thoughts and worries filled (Y/n's) mind as she sat towards the back of the large couch where she wouldn't fall off; then, all of the power went out which left her in the dark.

"What the frag is going on down there?!" (Y/n) asked out loud again while trying not to panic; the entire habsuite shook more as another explosion happened closer to where the higher ranking members of the galra empire lived.

She wouldn't find out until later, but the paladins were attacking galra central command in hopes of ridding the universe of Zarkon once and for all. The explosions scared (Y/n) because they sounded like they were getting closer and closer with each minute that passed. Meanwhile, Throk and the other commanders who lived on-site were doing their best to do whatever they could in order to deter Voltron from attacking; it obviously wasn't working and they knew that they might die, but to them it was worth losing their lives in the name of the galra empire. (Y/n) curled up on the large couch and tried to drown out the sounds of the explosions right before Zarkon's voice over the loudspeakers; not knowing what was going on only made the situation worse, so she didn't want to think about the worst possible situation. No one had ever attacked central command before, never, and she hoped they would go away; so many fears ran through her mind and the only thing that would calm her down was Throk cuddling with her.

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Throk's ears were still ringing after the big battle was finished; no one expected Voltron to attack the central hub and in the end Zarkon ended up nearly being killed by the universe's only defender. The damage to the massive ship would take a few phoebs to repair and the soldiers who had been killed would be sent back to their home colonies where they would receive proper funerals and burials. Throk tried to ignore the pounding in his head and the sharp pain in his left side, wanting nothing more than to finally rest with his pet; since the power came back on earlier things were mostly back to normal. When he finally entered his habsuite the only thing he wanted to do was take (Y/n) to bed and cuddle with her for an hour or so before they ate dinner together. When he saw the young woman curled up on the couch while trembling he realized that the explosions scared her; he took his boots off and rushed to her side, knowing she most likely had been traumatized during the attack.

"It's alright, dearest, I'm here now and the battle is done. Everything's going to be alright." Throk spoke calmly despite how much pain he felt and how pissed he was about Zarkon nearly being murdered.

"What- what happened down there? I was so scared that central command was going to be destroyed and we were all going to die." (Y/n) shakily asked her master when she looked up at him, breathing heavily as she spoke; having him back made her feel a lot better but she would be shaken up for a while.

"Voltron attacked and nearly killed Zarkon while he was fighting them off in his new armor. They're gone now; we're safe." Throk sighed while he carefully picked her up, cradling her against his broad chest before he stood up and headed towards his bedroom.

(Y/n) thought for a moment and remembered Zarkon's obsession with Voltron, or rather the black lion specifically; she didn't know exactly what Voltron was but from what she understood it was some kind of super weapon. She let herself be carried to the bed by Throk who quietly grunted with each step he took, obviously in pain from a few injuries he ended up receiving during the battle. Throk placed (Y/n) down on his bed so he could rid himself of his armor and bodysuit; he rarely walked around or slept in his underwear, so he hoped his pet wouldn't panic. When he got into bed and pulled her against his chest (Y/n) blushed and felt tingly, hardly able to believe she was pressed against his naked chest. Honestly, she was surprised how perfectly smooth his chest felt to the touch, although she avoided touching his nipples since she didn't want to trigger any sexual responses from him.

"I can tell you missed me today, you must have been so worried earlier." Throk purred softly while he tried not to let her slightly turned on scent get to him; instead, he focused on calming her down.

"I- I was so worried about what would happen. I was scared that we were going to get killed in a painful way." (Y/n) answered quietly, her breathing returning to normal even though her heart was still pounding within her chest.

"After everything was said and done I was worried about you. Now, let's rest for a while, I need to feel you against me. I'll prepare dinner later." Throk responded with an almost loving tone, purring while he enjoyed cuddling with the young woman wrapped in his long, thin arms.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling relaxed for the first time since after Throk came home after doing what he had to do during the battle. She could hear Throk's heartbeat as she laid perfectly still, enjoying his warmth and how he was able to make her feel safe. Throk actually felt better while he cuddled with (Y/n) amongst his many blankets and pillows; no matter what happened while he was away doing his duty to the empire he could always count on his pet to brighten up his day. He gently nuzzled the top of (Y/n's) head and breathed in her scent, something that comforted both of them while they laid together. Eventually they would eat dinner but during that moment all they wanted to do was cuddle in the safety of Throk's bed, completely unaware of how their lives were about to change.

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Ever since Throk lost the fight against Lotor in the arena he was pissed off; he hated Lotor with a burning passion and losing the fight against him only made that hatred worse. (Y/n) noticed how angry Throk was when he came home afterwards, so she did everything she could to cheer him up, thankful that he never once lashed out in anger towards her. She knew who Lotor was even though she never actually met him in person; judging by how Zarkon felt about the halfbreed prince she wasn't sure what to think or feel about him. Throk felt slightly better when he got to cuddle with (Y/n) after he came home, just having her laying on his torso while he laid on the couch made him feel better and purr like a kitten. He wished that Zarkon was back in power instead of Lotor but unfortunately the ancient galran was still bedridden in his habsuite.

A few days after the arena fight Throk decided to take (Y/n) out for a walk; she had to still be led around on a leash because of the rules, although she didn't mind since she was used to it. He walked slow enough for her to keep up with him, stopping by every window they passed since he knew she liked looking outside at the stars. Throk trusted (Y/n) enough to know she wouldn't run off but since one of Lotor's generals could turn invisible he didn't want to risk her getting kidnapped by her. Honestly, he hated halfbreeds because they would never be as good as a full-blooded galra nor would they amount to anything in life; he would never reproduce with a lesser species, or at least that's what he kept telling himself all throughout his life. Throk quietly growled in displeasure when he smelled Lotor approaching them from around the corner, stopping in his tracks so he could stand protectively in front of (Y/n).

"Is something wrong?" (Y/n) quietly asked her master in a concerned tone, looking up at him with curiosity; she'd never seen him act in such a protective manner, so his behavior startled her a little.

" Lotor is coming this way." Throk growled in aversion, pinning his ears back whilst glancing down at her for a moment.

(Y/n) didn't know how to respond, so she just stood behind Throk while feeling her heart pounding within her chest; she'd never met Lotor before, so actually meeting him made her feel anxious. If Lotor was the child of Zarkon and Haggar then she imagined he would be terrifying; Haggar was scary enough, so if she had a kid with Zarkon then he would most likely be scary too. Meanwhile, Lotor had been on a walk so he could clear his mind after addressing a few of the commanders who were away from the central hub, little did he know that he was about to cross paths with the man he wanted to have transferred to the farthest end of the universe. His generals were around somewhere either causing mischief or hanging out in the library; there was one thing he knew for sure, Ezor and Zethrid were probably causing trouble somewhere. Lotor's mood got dampened when he turned the corner and saw Throk, although the sight of a human peeking out from behind the older male piqued his interest.

"Lotor." Throk spoke in a deadpan tone, an unhappy expression painted across his face when he made eye contact with the prince.

"What are you doing here?" Lotor asked Throk with an unimpressed voice; he wasn't happy to see Throk, but he wasn't in the mood for another fight.

"I was out walking my pet." Throk answered matter-of-factly, puffing his chest out to show his dominance.

"Ah, yes, I heard that my father gave you his human pet. I would like to have a look at her to see why he liked her so much." Lotor responded with a sudden interest in (Y/n), trying to have a look at her.

Throk sneered at Lotor but he knew that he had  to show (Y/n) to him, otherwise he would be charged for something or another and he would be banished. (Y/n) knew what she had to do and stepped out from behind her master, keeping her gaze on the floor since she felt frightened despite feeling slightly curious about the galtean prince. She glanced up to the man in front of her and nearly passed out; he wasn't scary at all, he was actually super hot and attractive. (Y/n) could feel her heart racing when she got a better look at Lotor, knowing that she undoubtedly had a dark blush covering her face. Lotor smirked while looking at (Y/n); he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on her because he had that effect on most women who met him. Throk felt like he wanted to kill Lotor right then and there because of how much he hated the way he and (Y/n) were looking at each other.

"I can see why my father enjoyed you so much, little human; so unique and beautiful. I wouldn't mind spending a night alone with you, if your master would allow it." Lotor spoke in awe whilst looking down at the human woman, briefly meeting Throk's gaze after he finished speaking.

"And I won't. Zarkon trusted me with taking care of her, I won't let some filthy  halfbreed put his hands on her in any way." Lotor sneered angrily, pinning his ears back and bearing his teeth.

Lotor wasn't happy with Throk's answer, so he turned his nose up, turned around and briskly walked back the way he came; he should have known that Throk wouldn't share (Y/n) with him. For as long as Lotor and his generals were living in the central hub they would be a threat to (Y/n) which meant Throk wouldn't be bringing her out of his habsuite until Zarkon recovered and they went away. Throk continued his walk with (Y/n) in the opposite direction before taking her home, deciding to cuddle with her for a while. During their encounter with Lotor he could smell the other male's pheromones and he did not like what he smelled; Lotor wanted to mate with his pet and he wouldn't let him taint her. (Y/n) would miss going on walks with Throk, but she understood why he wanted to keep her safe even though she thought Lotor was attractive; however, she trusted her master's judgment.

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Much to everyone's dismay Zarkon had been bedridden for longer than anyone expected which meant Lotor was in charge until his father made a full recovery. During Zarkon's unexpected vacation Voltron had been freeing more and more planets by the day which meant the galra empire was losing resources and territory fast, thankfully the civilian galra colonies were left intact since the paladins didn't seem to harm those who weren't active in the war. However, the empire was still losing too much territory and everyone was becoming more concerned about what was going to happen if Voltron freed everyone who had previously been under their control. Just like all of the other commanders Throk felt unbearably stressed because of everything that had been happening, especially since some of the planets that were liberated by Voltron were ones he conquered with his fleet several phoebs ago. (Y/n) felt bad for her master and always did her job to help him destress when he came home every evening, although there was only so much she could do.

(Y/n) honestly didn't know how to feel about everything that had been going on; in a way she was happy about Zarkon finally getting what he deserved, but at the same time she didn't like the instability and wanted everything to go back to normal. From her understanding the paladins were bad for disrupting the superior ways of the galra empire, little did she know was that they were actually the good guys who wanted everyone in the universe to have freedom from oppression. Weeks passed since (Y/n) went out on a walk and she was starting to feel like she was going crazy because she was getting cabin fever and if she didn't get out soon she would go mad. Throk definitely noticed how frustrated (Y/n) was becoming and decided to take her out on a walk since he'd been learning Lotor's schedule so he could avoid him as much as possible. As soon as his day off came he made a big breakfast whilst acting as though he wasn't up to anything, wanting to surprise his pet so he could cheer her up.

"Put your shoes on, we're going on a walk." Throk said when he led (Y/n) into the living room, grinning as she gazed up at him with confusion.

"Why? Aren't Lotor and his generals still here?" (Y/n) asked him with pure bewilderment; she didn't know what to think anymore, and it made her feel like she was going crazy.

"Yes they are, but I'm taking you out because you've been acting twitchy lately." Throk answered gleefully, a genuinely excited smile tugging at his lips which was honestly a strange sight.

"I have not." (Y/n) mumbled in denial as she crossed her arms over her chest while pouting cutely, quietly huffing in frustration.

Throk let out a short humorous laugh prior to getting her collar and leash off of its hook, allowing (Y/n) to put her shoes on so that her feet wouldn't get cold. He promptly returned to where she was standing and knelt down, reaching around her neck while (Y/n) held her hair out of the way so he could fasten it around her neck, making sure it wasn't too tight so that he wouldn't accidentally hurt her. (Y/n) honestly didn't mind being led around like a pet since to the galra that's what she was, plus it kind of kept her safe seeing as there were five half galra who would probably kidnap her if they had the chance. She took a deep breath once they were out in the hallway, thankful that Throk let her stand right outside of his habsuite door so she could enjoy just being out. (Y/n) felt so much better as she stood there in the hallway with her master, looking at her surroundings before she walked in the direction of the nearest window; Throk followed his pet over to the large window since he was going to let her lead him on their little outing, it's the least he could do after keeping her cooped up for so long.

"Despite living here in the central hub for so long I'll never get tired of seeing the stars." (Y/n) spoke quietly, almost too quietly, but thanks to having excellent hearing Throk heard her.

"I know, neither will I. I'm going on a trip to check on a base soon, would you be interested in joining me?" Throk agreed right before mentioning his upcoming trip, a barely noticeable smile appearing on his face while he glanced down at her.

"You are? And you want me to go with you?" (Y/n) asked him in a surprised tone, snapping her head up in his direction so she could look at him.

"Yes, I am, and as my pet I want you to accompany me." Throk confirmed; he knew that she needed to see the outdoors, so he knew she would enjoy herself where he would take her.

"I- Thank you so much!" (Y/n) responded with excitement as a wide smile appeared on her face before she hugged him as best as she could despite their size difference; she hadn't been outside in over a year, so she couldn't believe Throk was taking her out on a trip.

Throk's eyes widened while he stood there in shock, arms raised a little as he looked down at the human woman who had her arms wrapped almost all the way around his lower waist; he'd never been hugged in such a way, so the sudden action caught him completely off guard. He liked seeing (Y/n) act like a person rather than like a robot as she'd done back when he first received her so many phoebs ago. After (Y/n) stopped hugging Throk she looked in both directions of the hallway and decided to go left, that way she could begin their little outing whilst thinking about the trip he was going to take her on; she honestly didn't remember what being on an actual planet felt like, so she naturally could hardly wait. Throk made sure to keep track of where they were going so (Y/n) didn't take them too far away or so they didn't end up lost in the massive ship; it was easy to get lost but thankfully Throk and (Y/n) knew their way around. Unfortunately luck wasn't on their side because a certain sexy galtean prince had the habit of being in places where he wasn't expected or wanted which led to him crossing paths with his least favorite commander and his father's former human pet.

"It seems that we've crossed paths again." Lotor commented when he, Throk and (Y/n) stopped walking, the three of them feeling either awkward, angry or weirdly excited.

"More like you're always where you're least wanted." Throk retorted while glaring daggers at Lotor; out of anyone he had to cross paths with he wished it'd been someone else.

"What can I say? I have impeccable timing. I see that you're walking your lovely pet again. It's a shame that you won't share her." Lotor responded, being sassy as usual as he spoke to Throk whilst grinning sexily down at (Y/n).

While the two males spoke to each other (Y/n) felt uncomfortable and a little flustered; she couldn't help but glance at Lotor every few seconds, getting a better look at him while also loving how smooth his voice sounded. Sure, he reminded her of Loki, but she still thought he was super hot despite him apparently being a bad person. However, that didn't mean she didn't think Throk wasn't attractive; even though he could be a little edgy she thought he was sexy as hell, which was why she decided not to fall for Lotor's charms. In the meantime, Lotor definitely noticed the way (Y/n) was looking up at him with interest and it made him feel flattered; she was obviously attracted to him, so he decided to get his flirt on. Throk, however, felt nothing but pure hatred after he heard what came out of Lotor's mouth next.

"You have very beautiful eyes, little one; I've never seen such a lovely shade of (E/c) in my entire life." Lotor told (Y/n) after he finished speaking to Throk, noting how her pheromones spiked a little after he began flirting with her.

"I- uh… T-thanks." (Y/n) stammered with uncertainty after the prince directed his attention towards her, essentially flirting with her which made the young woman feel bashful.

"It's true, and your hair is very lovely as well. Ever since I met you I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. In fact, I was thinking about you this morning when I woke up. If I were able to court you I would make you feel like the queen you truly are, or could be if you were mine." Lotor added with his usual charming tone, knowing exactly how to get any woman to fall in love with him.

"As interesting as that sounds, we were in the middle of something important. Now if you'll excuse us, we have somewhere to be." Throk answered for (Y/n) while glaring at Lotor, picking his pet up and walking away which caused her to let out a confused squeak.

Lotor watched in shock as Throk picked (Y/n) up bridal style and carried her away, disappearing around a corner within a few ticks; he smirked to himself before he continued his journey to his temporary quarters, needing to relax with his generals for a while. Meanwhile, once Throk knew their surroundings were safe he carefully put (Y/n) down again so they could continue their walk in peace. As much as (Y/n) enjoyed getting attention from the incredibly sexy prince she just wanted to continue her walk, and that's exactly what she and Throk did. Since no one else was around she decided to ask a few questions about the planet he was taking her to, feeling excited when he said they could have an outdoor picnic. She greatly enjoyed her walk with Throk and she could tell he was enjoying himself too, especially since they didn't run into anyone else for the rest of their outing.

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Lotor honestly wasn't expecting to run into Throk and (Y/n) taking a walk but he definitely wasn't complaining; he thought (Y/n) was attractive enough to add to his off-site harem, unfortunately Throk appeared to be very protective of the human woman. If anyone would be his future bride Lotor hoped it would be Allura, although that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy his harem of exotic alien women he'd collected over the years. He already made plans to transfer Throk as far away as possible which meant (Y/n) would be going with him; it was hardly a loss though because Earth was full of human women. However, he decided not to think about it when he entered his temporary quarters, seeing all four of his generals lounging around whilst not doing much. Lotor let out a sigh as he sat down in the comfortable armchair, laying back so he could finally rest.

"You look a little frazzled, what happened out there?" Ezor casually asked Lotor when she looked at him from her place on Zethrid's lap, wondering what happened while he was out.

"I tried using my charms on (Y/n), but as usual Throk got in the way. I'll feel better once they're gone." Lotor answered, looking at the youngest of his generals.

"(Y/n)? Wasn't she one of Zarkon's favorite pets?" Acxa questioned with confusion, trying to remember who exactly (Y/n) was.

"Yes, that's the one, although my father had many exotic people kept as pets. I was hoping to add her to my harem, but she appears to be loyal to Throk." Lotor explained, closing his eyes and leaning back which made him feel a little more relaxed.

Acxa, Ezor and Zethrid looked at each other while Narti just sat on the other chair with Kova sitting up in her lap; she might not have been able to say anything, but she was definitely listening to everything. Lotor had been stressed about a lot of things lately and running into Throk and (Y/n) only made it worse, and he couldn't wait to get back to his harem where he could properly destress. Ezor turned her attention to Zethrid for a moment and kissed her before sliding off of her lap so she could walk over to Lotor. The cheerful woman strolled over to the man who saved her until she was standing behind the chair he was sitting in, placing her hands on his shoulders and making a kneading motion; she knew a massage would help him, so that's what she was going to give him. Lotor quietly moaned in happiness from Ezor's gentle massaging, thankful for generals who knew how to help him relax after a long day.

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(Y/n) and Throk took an extra long walk before they went back to his habsuite; (Y/n's) legs felt a little sore because she hadn't gotten out for a walk in a while, so Throk carried her through his front door so he could sit her on his lap after removing his boots and sitting on the couch. Throk made sure to remove the black and purple leather collar, placing it and the black leather leash down on the coffee table for the time being so (Y/n) didn't have to wear it anymore. (Y/n) felt relaxed as she rested on her master's lap; she enjoyed their walk a lot and knew she needed to get back in shape before he took her on their little trip. She tried her best not to think about Lotor but it was a little hard not to since it wasn't every day she saw someone who was quite literally a prince charming. Throk knew it was hard for (Y/n) to ignore Lotor's charms, she was in her childbearing years, although he wanted to protect her from him and he kind of liked her.

"I'm sorry that we ran into him  again, I wasn't expecting to cross paths with that pathetic excuse of a halfbreed." Throk apologized while purring softly and lightly hugging her against his chest.

"He doesn't seem that bad." (Y/n) said whilst resting against her master's chest, not quite understanding why he hated the prince so much.

"But he is; Lotor is a traitor and a murder. I understand why you might be interested in him, but I only want to protect you from being added to either his death count or harem." Throk responded while explaining why he didn't want her to fall for Lotor's charms.

(Y/n) averted her gaze and looked down at her lap, thinking about Throk's warning about Lotor; he sounded genuinely worried about her, so she decided to just ignore the sexy prince since it meant he only saw her as another woman to add to his harem. She'd never had the chance to fall in love, even when she was a teen, and it had an affect on her mental well-being as she grew up. When (Y/n) sniffled and felt a few tears escape from her eyes she buried her face in her hands; she desperately wanted to fall in love with someone but she didn't know how to find a special someone who wouldn't use her. Throk got a whiff of (Y/n's) pheromones and knew exactly how depressed she was after he told her the truth about Lotor, even though it was better for her to know instead of letting her be tricked into being used. He truly cared for his pet despite having to put up a front outside of his habsuite in order to avoid suspension; he would always be there to protect her, no matter what.

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On the day of the trip Throk made sure (Y/n) would be ready; she hadn't been away from the main hub for a long time and he wasn't sure how used to space travel she would be. Galra shuttles were far more advanced than what humans built and were made to withstand flying through the atmosphere of different planets, so it wouldn't even seem like they were flying. (Y/n) was super excited for the upcoming trip and made sure to get enough sleep the night before, that way she would be well rested. The next morning after they did their morning routines and ate breakfast together Throk let (Y/n) help him prepare and pack a picnic lunch for them to eat after he made sure everything at the base was functioning correctly. With Voltron destroying galra bases within the past few phoebs it was important for commanders to check in on each of the remaining bases.

The journey to the planet was a short one thanks to the shuttle's hyperspeed function and before either of them knew it they had arrived on planet Bedalia located on the farthest end of the Dalterion belt. (Y/n's) eyes were blown wide as soon as Throk led her out of the shuttle; the greenish blue sky was kind of strange but the forest around them looked amazingly beautiful, almost like something out of a fairytale. After living in the middle of space for so long she felt overwhelmed from the environment around her, particularly the sun since she wasn't used to the sunlight, so (Y/n) had to use her hands for shade until her vision adjusted. Throk stopped walking when (Y/n) did and used his body to create a shady spot for her to stand in; he knew that she wasn't used to being out in the sunlight and he honestly didn't mind waiting until she could properly see her surroundings. It took a few moments, but eventually (Y/n's) vision adjusted to the sunlight and she took a few steps forward.

"Do you like it here?" Throk asked (Y/n) with a knowing tone, happy to see her enjoying the lovely Bedalian climate.

" Yes ! I love it! I haven't been outside in forever." (Y/n) answered without hesitation when she turned around to face her master, beaming up at him with excitement.

"I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself. Before we can eat I need to check on the base, I would prefer you stay close so that you won't get lost." Throk responded whilst grinning down at her, feeling slightly more cheerful than usual.

(Y/n) nodded her head in confirmation before Throk led her to the dirt tail, making sure to follow close behind him so she wouldn't accidentally get lost. The dirt had a purplish tint to it and she wondered if that was normal or not; then again, she hadn't been to Bedalia before and didn't know anything about it. She looked at her surroundings and saw a few alien birds in the distance, as well as some flowers growing amongst the turquoise grass on the ground. Throk glanced back every so often to make sure (Y/n) was following him, a light blush dusting his cheeks when he saw how beautiful she looked in the sunlight; he knew that he shouldn't be thinking like that but he couldn't help it. Living with (Y/n) as his pet for so long was starting to have certain effects on the established commander and he briefly wondered what it would be like to have an intimate relationship with her.

He obviously didn't want to have any children with (Y/n) because he despised halfbreeds more than anything, although he wouldn't mind being on more intimate and romantic terms with her. Throk stopped thinking such ridiculous thoughts before his mind could wander too far; he was not  going to do such things with her, or at least that's what he told himself. While he was caught up in his thoughts (Y/n) was having the time of her life, daydreaming of possibly living on Bedalia with a future lover if she would get the chance to have one, unfortunately it seemed highly unlikely because of her status as a pet. She completely lost track of time until she found herself following Throk into the base he had to check in with, feeling a little creeped out each time one of the unfamiliar guards looked in her direction. (Y/n) knew Throk would never let anyone harm her while they were at the base, or anywhere for that matter, she was too valuable to him.

"I'm here to check in." Throk announced when he walked into the control room; he didn't mind (Y/n) hiding behind him since she seemed nervous.

"Commander Throk, we've been waiting for you to arrive." Plytox formally greeted Throk when the commander walked in, glancing down at (Y/n) when he saw her looking around the room.

"Well I'm here now, let's begin. Have you been having any problems with the threats to the empire?" Throk responded, getting right to business since he wanted to have a picnic with (Y/n); the sooner he finished with his check in, the better.

(Y/n) listened to Plytox give his report at first but then she got bored and started to daydream; she hadn't seen outside in years and all she wanted to do was go exploring and maybe take a nap in a sunlit meadow. She could still hear the singing of the birds in her mind and feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, a huge contrast to galra central command with its dim lights and dreary mood. (Y/n) listened to certain parts of the conversation she thought were interesting and followed Throk around when he went somewhere, making sure to do her petly duty and look pretty while staying loyal to her master. Throk felt a sense of pride when he saw some of the foot soldiers looking at (Y/n), it meant he had a beautiful pet, but at the same time he didn't like it because he could smell their pheromones and knew what some of them wanted from her. He would never share her with anyone, she was his and his alone and no one aside from him would be allowed to touch her.

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The check in on the base lasted a little longer than they expected but before (Y/n) and Throk knew it they were finally able to go on their picnic; they had to go to the shuttle to get the picnic basket first, although it wasn't long before they were headed to find the perfect picnic spot. Throk held the picnic basket during their search since it was galra sized and if (Y/n) carried it she would probably fall over. He was thankful for not having to lead (Y/n) around on a leash like he did in the main hub; (Y/n) looked so happy not to be led around like an animal and he knew she would never wander away. (Y/n) was just happy to be outside where she could enjoy the great outdoors, listening to the birds and breathing in the fresh air. She made sure to follow Throk so that she didn't get lost, and she kind of liked the view of her master's perfect ass during their walk.

With her head in the clouds during their walk (Y/n) imagined things that she probably shouldn't have been thinking about in the first place, although it was hard not to because she was crushing hard on her master. Throk didn't think much of the dreamy expression on (Y/n's) face; he thought it was because they were outside, little did he know the real reason why she had such an expression on her face. Eventually Throk found a beautiful lake amongst the trees and flowers that had a few large round flat rocks near it, the perfect place for a picnic. (Y/n) blinked a few times when she realized Throk walked over to one of the rocks to set everything up, thinking the sight of the beautiful alien lake in the forest looked stunning; she'd never seen anything more beautiful during her entire life. Throk set the picnic up quickly and sat on the edge of the rock, waiting for (Y/n) to join him since the rock was short enough for her to sit on it.

"It's so beautiful. Have you been here before?" (Y/n) gasped in awe when she sat on the rock across from him, wondering if he'd been to the lake before.

"I've heard of it but I've never seen it in person before today. It is quite lovely, I'm glad you enjoy it." Throk replied with a genuinely happy smile, a gentle expression painted across his face.

"Oh, I do. I wish- W-well, it's not important…" (Y/n) said wistfully, cutting herself off since she didn't want to say what she wanted to say in fear of angering her master.

"What do you wish for? You may speak your mind out here, I won't mind." Throk calmly assured her, wanting to know what was on his pet's mind.

"I've often wished that we could live on a planet instead of the main hub, somewhere nice where we can go outside every day. I'm very grateful for having a home at galra central command, but it's so closed off and depressing there." (Y/n) answered hesitantly, feeling anxious about telling Throk one of the things she'd always wanted.

"We? As in you and I? I see… Perhaps one day I'll get transferred to one of Zarkon's planetary bases after he's back in power." Throk responded thoughtfully, a little surprised that she included him of all people in something she wanted to happen during her life.

(Y/n) beamed up at him, hoping he would someday get transferred to one of the empire's planetary bases so they could live somewhere other than a gigantic ship in the middle of space. She reached for one of the cookies he made the previous day; being out in the forest with Throk made her feel as though they were free, that the war and the empire were nonexistent and they could live their lives freely even though it was only for one day. Throk had a slight smile on his face as he too selected something to eat, feeling nothing but bliss as he sat there with his pet who was happier than he'd ever seen her before. He might have thoroughly enjoyed fighting for the glory of the galra empire, conquering planets and attending gladiator fights, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy peaceful days outside with (Y/n). Throk felt sad when he thought about his retirement when he got older; (Y/n) would be long gone by then and he would be alone, although he pushed that thought aside so he could enjoy the day with her.

"After our picnic can we walk around some more?" (Y/n) asked Throk with curiosity since she wanted to explore for a little while to see what kind of interesting plants and animals there were in the forest.

"Yes; we're here all day, we have enough time to do whatever you want." Throk answered light-heartedly, his smile widening a little when his gaze met hers.

(Y/n) felt absolutely tickled pink; she could finally be outside and explore a forest as an adventure, something she'd wanted to do ever since she was a child. For the first time since her mental breakdown she felt as though she was truly free, especially now that she was outside in the woods on a planet located far away from galra central command, she would miss it when they had to go home. After finishing the cookie (Y/n) reached for one of the sandwiches, savoring its flavor when she took a bite out of it. For once, Throk felt at peace; he got to enjoy spending the day out with (Y/n) and seeing her so happy made him feel the same way. (Y/n) and Throk enjoyed having their picnic for the time being, neither of them thinking the silence between them was awkward since they were comfortable around each other; they enjoyed the rest of the day too, both of them loving having a lazy day outside.

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Throk saw it coming before he even received the order, he knew it was going to happen after he lost his fight with Lotor, but until it actually happened he didn't know when exactly it was going to happen. It wasn't at all surprising that Throk got transferred to a base at one of the farthest reaches of the universe, a rather cold place that no one ever wanted to be transferred to. On the day he officially got his transfer notice Lotor called Throk to the throne room to give him the order personally, although it only made the older man hate the galtean prince more than he already did. Getting transferred to a less than desirable location was humiliating for any commander in the galra empire, unfortunately he had to accept it because otherwise he would get banished and lose (Y/n). Throk only had two quintants to pack up all of his belongings and load them onto his cruiser so that he could leave with (Y/n), there would already be a crew of sentries waiting for him at the base he was being transferred to.

Before he told (Y/n) that they were leaving galra central command he went to the bar with Vhyx to have one last round of drinks together, it would be the last time in a long time he would be able to see his friend. Throk wasn't sure how to tell (Y/n) about his transfer to the Ulippa system nor was he sure how she would react, all he could do was hope for the best and fully embrace his new assignment; if he was in charge of a base in the farthest reaches of the universe then he would fully embrace it, all in the name of the galra empire. When Throk came home late that evening (Y/n) noticed how depressed he looked, by that point she could easily read his body language pretty well. The skinny man sat next to his pet on the couch and carefully lifted her onto his lap, delicately hugging her against his body for comfort. (Y/n) was genuinely concerned about her master's behavior, usually he didn't hug her like that unless he had a bad day.

“I probably shouldn't be asking you, but what happened?” (Y/n) hesitantly asked Throk after a few minutes, unable to hold her question in anymore.

“I've been transferred to a base in one of the coldest parts of the universe, located in the Ulippa system. I'm taking you with me, but we have to leave in two quintants, we need to pack all of our belongings before we leave.” Throk spoke after a couple of ticks, finally breaking the bad news about them leaving.

“What? Why?” (Y/n) questioned, hardly able to believe that they had to leave central command.

“Lotor feels as though it would be for the best.” Throk responded with a pissed tone, wishing he'd been able to defeat the prince in battle.

(Y/n) didn't say anything in response, she needed a moment to process the new information her master had just given her; they were leaving the only place she remembered and moving to the Ulippa system far away, she honestly didn't know how to feel about it. She rested against Throk's armored chest and let him softly rub her back, it was her duty to comfort him and he needed comforting. Throk had definitely considered murdering Lotor in the middle of the night, unfortunately his generals would undoubtedly be taking turns to watch over their prince while he slept. He didn't feel emotional per-se, but the thought of leaving central command, the place he'd been living ever since he was a mere lieutenant, left him with an empty void in his heart. His habsuite wasn't overly full of stuff like some other people's, although they would still have to pack everything before the big move.

“We should eat dinner.” Throk mumbled against the top of (Y/n's) head, feeling hungry despite the sadness in his heart.

(Y/n) nodded her head in response before he held her closer against his body and stood up, letting herself be carried to the small dining room. She had a lot of happy memories with Throk in his habsuite ever since she'd been given to him by Zarkon, especially after she learned how to live life again instead of just existing. Throk was glad that he could bring (Y/n) with him to the base they would be moving to, he would have hated leaving her behind only to most likely be abused again. The base he was getting transferred to in the Ulippa system would be very cold all year round, so he needed to buy some warm clothes and blankets for both of them on the way there. Throk wasn't sure what the future held for them, thankfully they could still be together and no one could separate them.

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By the time the two quintants were done Throk and (Y/n) had all of their belongings packed up on his cruiser; it was a shame to see his beautiful habsuite completely empty, unfortunately they had to leave and neither of them knew if they would ever come back or not. Vhyx helped the two of them pack up and load their stuff onto Throk's cruiser, then he saw them off when they left; right before they went to the bridge of the large ship (Y/n) saw Vhyx whisper something to Throk, something that made her master act flustered and blush. She wanted to know what the other commander told Throk in order to receive such a reaction, although she knew better to pry in someone else's affairs. She couldn't help but wonder if the two commanders had some kind of feelings for each other, they were certainly close enough, but each time she thought about it (Y/n) felt sick to her stomach because she had developed a slight crush on Throk. In reality, Vyhx was simply giving Throk some advice he may or may not need for sometime in the future.

On the way to the Ulippa system Throk took (Y/n) on a quick supply run; food, medical supplies, cleaning supplies and hygiene products would be regularly delivered to them, but he wanted to buy as many warm blankets and winter gear for both of them so they could stay warm. The snarky male absolutely hated  the cold, he hated it almost as much as he hated Lotor, in reality he hated them with a burning passion equally. It took about a day to reach the base he'd been transferred to thanks to the hyperdrive, what took a while was unpacking and putting everything away. The base was bigger than (Y/n) thought it would be, although the outside looked better than the inside; it was located far away from any civilization and the only crew were sentries, (Y/n) would miss central command because there were at least other people there. (Y/n) had to admit that having a bigger habsuite was nice, it even had the galra equivalent of a fireplace in the living room and in the bedroom.

“What a mess, apparently Commander Mar didn't believe in cleanliness.” Throk sneered when he and (Y/n) went to go check out the storage room; it looked as though a tornado tore through it, everything inside was a huge mess.

“It's too bad Janka isn't here, he would have this entire base neat and tidy in no time.” (Y/n) jested humorously, grinning as she gently nudged Throk's right hip with her left elbow.

“I might not be fond of him, but I agree; he would come in useful right now.” Throk scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest; he felt a little hurt when (Y/n) mentioned how good Janka was at organizing, he made it his mission to prove to be twice as good.

(Y/n) followed him out of the storage room when he turned around and left, making sure the lights were turned off before they left. Being surrounded by sentries kind of creeped her out, they were just so robotic and emotionless, she could hardly believe that she used to act just like them. (Y/n) had a little bit of a hard time walking around in her new winter clothes because of how thick they were, she was glad Throk walked slowly enough for her to keep up with him. One of the first things they did after arriving and turning everything on was put the food in the kitchen, especially the refrigerated stuff because it needed to remain cold. Throk decided to go quickly check on the control room to make sure everything worked before he and (Y/n) went back to their new habsuite since they had a lot of unpacking and putting away to do.

“The console seems to work well, chances are all of the information is here as well. Now, it's getting late and we need to make the bed. Come along, dearest.” Throk said dismissively after he turned the console on to make sure it worked, a slight smirk appearing on his face when he glanced at his adorable bundled up pet.

“O-okay.” (Y/n) stammered when she once again followed him, feeling warm all of a sudden when he called her by the cute nickname he'd given her.

Throk enjoyed making (Y/n) feel flustered, if they were on more romantic terms then he would make her swoon fairly often. He silently scoffed at the idea of being in a relationship with her; he thought she was cute and all, but romantic relationships with any other species were strictly forbidden after what happened to Zarkon and Haggar ten thousand years prior. It wasn't that Throk was disgusted by (Y/n), she was the one non-galra person who didn't disgust him, he just wasn't sure how to go about getting into a romantic relationship with her if the opportunity ever presented itself. While they walked to their new habsuite (Y/n) could hardly wait until bedtime came, they'd done a lot that day and it left her feeling hungry and sleepy. She was grateful that they had access to the internet in the base; she planned on logging into her Wattpad/ao3 account the next day to see if any of her favorite stories had been updated.

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Living on an ice planet in the Ulippa system wasn't easy because it was cold and icy all year long, and neither (Y/n) nor Throk liked the cold weather. Throk's fur had gotten a bit thicker and (Y/n's) hair got a little thicker as well due to the cold weather, but in order to stay warm they kept the heaters on all the time after they fixed them and they wore warm clothes. Every time Throk had to go outside for something he complained about how cold it was and how much he hated Lotor for transferring him so far away from central command, then when he came back inside he wanted to share his body heat with (Y/n) who was always happy to have a little snuggle time with him. (Y/n) disliked the cold weather just as much as Throk did, and sometimes when she'd had enough of it she would complain as well even though she knew it didn't do anything to make the coldness go away. The young woman had memories of being in the snow back when she'd been little many years prior, the only issue was that the memories were very faint and she couldn't remember all of the details. Regardless of what happened during her past, (Y/n) wanted to make new memories with Throk.

One afternoon during a blizzard Throk had to go outside with a couple of sentries because some paneling had come loose from the wind and he had to make sure it was fixed properly, otherwise the wiring would be exposed to the cold weather. (Y/n) stood near a window and watched the heavy snow blow past the window outside, relieved that she didn't have to go out for any reason whatsoever anytime soon. Knowing Throk, he would be in a bad mood when he came back inside and to help him feel better she knew he would want to snuggle with her again, like usual; by that point she felt kind of like his emotional support pet. Despite being an asshole sometimes Throk wasn't all bad, he just had a hard time showing that he cared; (Y/n) blamed it on his strict upbringing and his time in the empire. When Throk and the two sentries eventually came back inside they were practically covered in snow; the snow melted off of the sentries, but Throk had to brush the snow off of his outdoor winter gear before he took his gloves, coat, scarf and shoes off. As soon as he laid his eyes on (Y/n) he wanted to cuddle with her in bed, doing so would improve his mood after a while.

“Come with me to our habsuite, I need your body heat to keep me warm.” Throk muttered when he passed by (Y/n) who watched him from her position by the window, his ears pinned back in agitation; he liked cuddling with her, although he didn't always like to admit it out loud.

“You mean you want to cuddle with me?” (Y/n) questioned teasingly with a raised eyebrow, wanting to ruffle his fur a bit, per-se.

“No, I need your body heat because I'm cold again. Now come with me; that's an order.” Throk sneered as he looked at her, not in the mood to put up with whatever she was trying to do.

“Okay, okay. You're the boss.” (Y/n) surrendered, deciding to follow him; she didn't want to be on the receiving end of his bad mood, luckily she alone had the power to get him to be in a better mood.

Throk's ears went back when he heard what (Y/n) said; he felt kind of guilty for being so demanding, although cuddling with her would help him feel better. The base was just as eerily quiet as usual which creeped (Y/n) out; she and Throk were currently the only two organic beings living there, and sometimes the big metal base on an ice planet in a far corner of the universe could be daunting at times. (Y/n) followed Throk to the bedroom they shared, both of them turning the necessary corners until they arrived at their destination. Throk walked over to their large bed and she followed him, then once he sat down he reached for the young woman and picked her up until she sat on his lap; they both just sat there for a moment with his arms wrapped around the human woman until he decided to lay them down. The extra blankets on their bed made it more comfortable and warm which they both loved, and as they laid on their sides Throk curled his lanky body around (Y/n's), held her as close to himself as he could and began purring, his purr sounding a bit raspy as always. (Y/n) just laid there while she allowed Throk to practically smother her during their snuggle time, not minding how he nuzzled the top of her head.

“Are you happy now?” (Y/n) questioned; she could feel her heart pounding in her chest and knew Throk could hear it, not that she minded.

“Yes.” Throk mumbled his answer, feeling nearly completely relaxed after they laid together for a while.

It was understandable to hate the snow, especially for someone like Throk who was skinny and had short fur, but there were times when (Y/n) wanted to go out and play in the snow, like in her faint childhood memories. Making snow angels, having snowball fights and participating in (F/w/s) sounded appealing to her, unfortunately she was afraid to mention it because she still had to obey her master. She had freedom of speech and the freedom to go anywhere in the base, nevertheless she understood not to cross any boundaries. However, Throk was in a better mood during that particular moment, so the young woman decided to take a chance.

“Hey, would it be alright if we went out to play in the snow sometime? Not in a blizzard or anything, just- just during a calm day when it's not too windy.” (Y/n) requested shyly, feeling anxious about asking for such a thing.

“You want to play in that wasteland, and you want me to join you? Why would you want to do something so foolish?” Throk questioned firmly, wondering if his pet had gone mad or something; he saw no reason why they should play out in the snow if it served no purpose, and he didn't want to accidentally make a fool of himself in front of her if they did.

“Y-yeah. I keep getting this memory about playing in the snow being fun, and I want to do it with you. It's alright if you don't want to, though. I'm sorry for asking.” (Y/n) explained quietly, feeling disappointed as she apologized for simply bringing it up.

Throk suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of regret after how he responded to (Y/n's) simple request, and the scent of fear coming off of her didn't make him feel any better; she had a simple request, and he reacted negatively which undoubtedly made her feel bad. After how he'd grown up and slowly climbed the ranks in the empire over the years he wasn't used to the idea of having fun or even falling in love, he decided to give it a try. (Y/n) felt stupid for asking Throk if he wanted to play with her in the snow, knowing that he didn't have fun the same way she did.

“I suppose that we could, after the storm passes. I might as well see how ‘playing’ in the snow can be fun.” Throk acknowledged after a few moments of silence.

“Really? Thank you. I can't wait until the storm goes away and we can go outside so I can teach you how to have a snow day.” (Y/n) expressed gratefully; she didn't feel as stupid about wanting them to play in the snow as she did a few moments prior, and she could hardly wait until the blizzard stopped.

The corners of Throk's lips curved upward in a slight smile; he might not have liked the idea of playing in the snow, but he liked making (Y/n) happy whenever he could. The blizzard would last for a few more days, then after it passed they would go outside and he could learn how to have a human styled snow-day. (Y/n) quietly sighed and relaxed in her master's embrace, once again imagining what it would be like if they were to eventually become a romantic couple, even though he could be an asshole sometimes. Throk wasn't completely a softie inside, although that didn't mean he couldn't be a good lover, he just had a hard time showing it since he wasn't used to being lovey-dovey. Giving playing in the snow a chance would be a good way for him and (Y/n) to bond with each other better, and he looked forward to seeing how cute she could be in a playful situation.

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For the first time ever, possibly during his entire life, Throk actually enjoyed the blizzard blowing wildly outside because it meant he could stay indoors longer where there wasn't any snow. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with (Y/n) doing something she seemed to enjoy, but he didn't like the idea of going outside to play in the snow. He'd come from a colony on a desert planet where it never snowed, nevertheless Throk knew he needed to show an interest in something (Y/n) was interested in if he wanted her to know that he thought she was important. During the days leading up to their snow day (Y/n) was excited; she would finally get the chance to play outside in the snow and possibly relive at least one childhood memory, although her main goal was to just have fun with her crush. During her time living with Throk ever since her breakdown she noticed how he'd changed a little in the way of not being as much of an asshole as he was before, if she worked hard enough then she could melt his icy heart and bring out his gentler side.

When the blizzard finally ended (Y/n) was thrilled because she and Throk could finally go play outside in the snow together. She rushed through her morning routine and put on a warm outfit with socks, then she practically ran to the kitchen so she could make a big breakfast for both of them to eat together. Throk thought it was endearing how excited (Y/n) was to go outside with him; he enjoyed the food she'd made and he thanked her for the delicious breakfast, then he helped her with the dishes before he checked the monitors. The young woman waited for Throk by the coat closet, and when he finally joined her they both began putting their winter gear on. They put their snow pants and snow boots on first, then they put their winter coats on next; (Y/n) needed a little help with her coat, and Throk helped her put it on before they put their scarves and gloves/mittens on. She thought it was sweet of him to help her, but once they were ready (Y/n) thanked him for his assistance and they went outside, nearly completely bundled up.

“It's so beautiful out here, I haven't seen snow in such a long time. The crunch of it under my boots every time I take a step, the way the snowflakes gently land on my face- It's just all so unbelievable. I can't believe there's actually other planets besides Earth that have snow.” (Y/n) gushed with happiness as she walked around and practically danced in the snow, holding her arms out for a moment when she twirled in a circle; she loved every moment being out in the snow thus far, and she put her arms down when she looked up at the tall, lanky commander who actually looked a bit thicker due to his winter clothes.

“Yes, I suppose it is lovely. Now, how does one ‘play’ in the snow?” Throk admitted dismissively; he wanted to know how she intended to play in the snow with him, mainly because he thought it sounded ridiculous.

“Well, I guess we could start off with snow angels because they're the easiest, but we'll need to put our hoods up so the snow doesn't go down the backs of our shirts.” (Y/n) replied, thinking up something simple to start with.

“Snow- angels-? I don't understand.” Throk questioned, confused as to what a snow angel was.

“It's- here, I'll show you.” (Y/n) began to explain until she decided to just show him how to do it.

Throk cocked his head slightly to the right, then he put the hood of his coat up over his head after she did the same. (Y/n) took a deep breath before she allowed herself to fall backwards into the fluffy snow, knowing she wouldn't land on anything hard. As she looked up at the sky she moved her arms up and down and her legs from side to side, hoping to create the perfect snow angel. (Y/n) glanced up at Throk and beamed up at him, showing that she was having a lot of fun as she laid there in the snow; she hadn't had such fun in a long time, and after she finished making her snow angel she laid there for a moment longer. After (Y/n) finished making her snow angel, Throk knelt down next to her and offered one of his hands for her to take, then when she gripped it he carefully helped her stand up so she wouldn't accidentally damage her creation too much.

“Ta-da!” (Y/n) practically sang proudly as she gestured to her snow angel, proud of her handiwork.

“So that's a snow angel?” Throk queried, still confused about what the purpose of it was.

“Yeah, see the wings and robe?” (Y/n) answered, trying to get him to see her snow angel more clearly.

“Ah, I see it now. I think I'll have a go at it.” Throk confessed, finally seeing the angel in the snow (Y/n) had made; he had to admit it was clever, and since they were alone together he didn't have to worry about being judged for having a little fun with the woman he'd been slowly falling in love with.

(Y/n) felt giddy as she watched Throk walk a little ways away before he hesitantly sat in the snow and laid down all stretched out like she had less than five minutes prior. Throk's heart leapt with joy when he began moving his arms and legs the same way (Y/n) had, actually having fun in the snow, even the tiny snowflakes that fell on his face felt oddly nice. (Y/n) felt a few tears well up in her eyes when she suddenly remembered that she'd made snow angels before a long time ago; she had a memory of a woman being with her, possibly along with a few other kids, or perhaps not, but she wondered if the faint memory of the woman was a memory of her mother or another close female family member. Then was not the time to cry, though, so she took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself. Throk sat up a moment later after he decided his snow angel would be perfect, although when he sat up he saw (Y/n) holding one of her hands out to him the same way he had for her. (Y/n) didn't mind helping him stand up, but she briefly forgot just how tall he was compared to her when he stood up straight.

“Well? Is that right?” Throk asked (Y/n) with genuine curiosity, hoping he'd made his first snow angel correctly.

“Yep, that's right, all right. You did really well for your first time. Now come on, there's so much more we need to do before the next blizzard.” (Y/n) confirmed, proud of Throk for trying something new before she gestured for him to follow her.

The corners of Throk's twitched upward and he followed the petite human woman, wondering what else she had planned for them. Even though there wasn't much as far as scenery went (Y/n) thought the snow looked beautiful that day, although she figured it was because the weather was actually calm for the first time in a long time and she got to have fun with the man she'd slowly come to love. Just walking around in the snow was fun, but (Y/n) had a sneaky plan where she could potentially have even more fun, all she had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity. Throk thought she must have been getting a little tired when she began lagging a bit behind him, yet he decided not to mention it so as not to ruin her fun. As soon as (Y/n) saw an opportunity when Throk wasn't looking at her, she stopped to kneel down and scoop up some snow into her glove/mitten-clad hands, rolling it into a ball before she stood up and followed him. Then, when she could wait no longer, she tossed the snowball at Throk's back and made a direct hit; Throk was dumbfounded when he felt something hit him on the back, and when he turned around he saw (Y/n) barely holding back her laughter.

“Did you just throw something at me?” Throk questioned suspiciously, looking back at (Y/n) with a raised brow; they were the only two people outside that day, so it couldn't have been anyone else, but he wasn't sure why she threw something at him.

“Yeah, a snowball. Having snowball fights is another way to have fun on a snowy day.” (Y/n) snickered, thinking his reaction was pretty funny.

“Is it, now? I believe that I should give it a try, as well.” Throk taunted with a smirk; obviously he wouldn't hurt (Y/n), but he would definitely return the favor.

“Just try and catch me.” (Y/n) teased with a smirk of her own, ready to dash away.

Throk quickly dipped down and scooped some snow in his gloved hands before he stood up again, rolling it into a ball until he aimed at (Y/n) and threw it at her. (Y/n) laughed when she dodged the snowball, just barely missing it as it grazed her left shoulder. She saw Throk gawk at the near miss, knowing it surprised him since he usually had really good aim. They both knelt down at the exact same time to create two more snowballs, only Throk fumbled with his a little since he was inexperienced in snowball fights, whereas (Y/n) had hers ready in a matter of seconds. She threw hers first and hit him on the center of his chest, barely having enough time to grab some more snow before Throk's came into contact with the top of her still-hooded head. Their little snowball fight soon turned into a snowball battle, one that had Throk actually laughing joyously, which was a rare occurrence.

Shouts and laughter filled the air accompanied by many snowballs that were sent flying, some of them big while others were small. Playing outside was a lot of fun for (Y/n) and Throk; they were both able to truly be carefree without anyone to stop or berate them, but eventually (Y/n) felt tired from all the running and it was time for them to go back inside. Throk insisted that he should carry the young woman because he felt it necessary in order to take care of her, not that she minded being carried by her crush. Once they made it back inside they removed their winter gear and hung it up to dry, then (Y/n) went to go wait on the couch in front of the fireplace in their habsuite while Throk went to the kitchen to make some tea for both of them to enjoy together. During her time with Throk she'd come to like the taste of some traditional galran dishes and some of the different types of tea he always seemed to have. When Throk returned to their quarters he carried a tray with two cups of tea on it along with some of the cookies they'd made together two days prior, then after he took a seat next to (Y/n) and placed the tray on the end table, he served her first.

“Is this better, Dearest? I can't have you tiring yourself out like that, otherwise you could get hurt.” Throk asked (Y/n) with a sultry tone after he grabbed his cup of tea and leaned towards her on the couch, casually flirting with her.

“Y-yeah, I'm fine. I'm not hurt or anything, I swear! And uh- thanks for the tea and cookies, I was getting a little hungry and thirsty.” (Y/n) answered, stammering as she spoke; she really liked it when Throk flirted with her, although she wished that she knew if he had feelings for her or not.

“That's good. I had fun with you outside; you've shown me something about snow that I could have never imagined possible, I look forward to participating in more of your human snow activities.” Throk replied before he took a sip of his tea, feeling relaxed as he sat there with his lovely pet.

“I had a lot of fun with you, too. Maybe we can go sledding sometime.” (Y/n) agreed, then she suggested that they try sledding at some point if they could find something to use as a sled.

Throk hummed in agreement; sledding sounded like a lot of fun, and if they sat on a sled together then he could hold her close. Just sitting together in front of the fireplace with a blazing fire in it, sipping tea and eating cookies after spending a while playing in the snow felt nice; Throk felt a little more like a normal person rather than a commander in the galra empire, albeit a somewhat discarded one, nevertheless he enjoyed his time with (Y/n) that day. Living at the base on the ice planet could be boring sometimes, but (Y/n) wanted to introduce Throk to new activities during his downtime so neither of them would get completely bored. Sitting in front of the fireplace while enjoying refreshments was both relaxing and romantic, (Y/n) knew that he could tell she was turned on judging by the interested expression on his face. Of course, their lives wouldn't be boring for long because their base held something very important, something Lotor wanted and would have his generals take. During that moment Throk could enjoy his time alone with (Y/n), at least until he would be summoned back to central command for questioning.

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When Throk got transferred to the base on an ice planet in the Ulippa system he assumed it would be boring and uneventful since he had to guard the comet, and it was for the most part, or at least it was until Lotor's generals arrived and stormed the base. It'd been so unexpected; Throk and (Y/n) had been going about their business as usual until a cruiser approached the base and fired at it. Throk went into battle mode while (Y/n) hid in their habsuite where she would be safe, although during the entire time she hid she feared that Throk would get killed by whomever decided to attack the base. In the end, the comet had been taken and (Y/n) found Throk laying on the floor in front of the main control console. The young woman made sure Throk was alright before she helped him sit up, then when he felt less dizzy she asked him what happened and who attacked the base. Throk wasn't sure why Lotor sent his generals to steal the comet when he could've just walked in and taken it without all the trouble, but he viewed it as an act of distrust and if Zarkon didn't return to the throne soon then he planned on abandoning the empire.

They both thought their problems were over until Haggar summoned Throk back to central command for questioning, which he didn't exactly have the option to not go; it would be business as usual, even though he wasn't looking forward to it, and naturally during their stay at central command (Y/n) would stay in a temporary habsuite in one of the lowest levels. Being back at central command was overwhelming for both Throk and (Y/n) since they were used to having a place of their own, so they had to return to their previous facade of a master and his pet. (Y/n) mostly kept to herself and unfortunately had to wear her robe every time she went out to make sure no one bothered her, luckily in their temporary quarters she could wear regular clothes. Once they got settled in (Y/n) sat on the couch all curled up; she had a feeling that something bad would happen to Throk and it made her anxious. Noticing his pet's anxiousness, Throk sat next to the human woman on the couch and gently draped an arm over her shoulders.

“What has you so nervous?” Throk inquired with genuine concern; if (Y/n) was anxious, then he knew something was up.

“I keep getting the feeling that something bad's going to happen to you. I don't know what or how, but it's making my woman's intuition go crazy.” (Y/n) answered as she glanced up at Throk, giving him a simple answer as to what troubled her.

“As far as I'm aware I'll simply be questioned by High Priestess Haggar, but I'll be careful for your sake, as well as my own.” Throk responded gently, assuring her that he would be alright, although it didn't prevent him from having his doubts.

When one was simply questioned by Haggar she only asked questions, but if the person being questioned refused to answer honestly then she would use other methods. Throk scooted closer to (Y/n) and began purring to help comfort her; if he'd been better at his job then they wouldn't have returned to central command temporarily, alas he'd become a bit soft during his time away. Since they would be staying for a few days he wanted to get a little sparring in if he could and perhaps a little battle refresher if he could, there wasn't a reason not to. Throk didn't really know the reason why Lotor had his base raided and he thought the questioning was a little overkill, nevertheless he had to do it in the name of the empire. When a sharp knock was heard at the door Throk sat up straight and so did (Y/n) to avoid any suspicion, then he promptly stood up and crossed the room so he could answer it; as expected, he found a druid waiting for him.

“High Priestess Haggar is ready for you now.” The Druid spoke, his tone devoid of any emotion; it was his job to escort Throk to the interrogation room, and he stepped back a bit to allow the commander to be able to exit the small habsuite.

“I'm coming.” Throk responded professionally as an annoyed expression crossed his features.

(Y/n) sat on the couch like she used to back when she lived with Zarkon to make sure Throk didn't get into any trouble for treating her too kindly. She watched her master leave with the Druid and silently wished him the best of luck, hoping he would return to her undamaged. (Y/n) knew exactly what Haggar was capable of and if Throk didn't have the answers she wanted then she might torture him to death; she didn't want him to die because of something Lotor did, and knowing Lotor he could care less if people suffered as long as it meant he got to keep whatever secrets he was keeping from the rest of the empire. To keep herself preoccupied (Y/n) decided to watch something for a while, that way she wouldn't worry herself too much. She would be happy when she and Throk could return to his outpost, then neither of them would have to worry about what Haggar or anyone else might do to them. Ultimately Lotor planned on getting revenge after what he heard Throk say in the bleachers of the arena and he figured the best way to do that was by blaming him for treachery, and if he just so happened to die then the prince would take (Y/n) as his personal slave.

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As it turned out Throk wouldn't just be questioned by Haggar, but she would interrogate him; things started off the usual way until Lotor's motivates were questioned, and even when Throk answered honestly Haggar still wouldn't believe him, insisting that he knew more than he was letting on to. Haggar had been relentless in her interrogation and it nearly killed Throk, he was in such bad condition afterwards that the doctor had to restart his heart twice and put him into a healing pod for a few days. (Y/n) was horrified when she'd been notified about her master's condition and she remained calm every time a sentry brought her food, although when she was completely alone she was depressed and she hoped he would survive. Every so often Vhyx would check in on the human woman; he wouldn't stay long, just long enough to tell her about how Throk was doing. (Y/n) worried that if Throk didn't get better in a timely manner then Lotor would take her and while he was very attractive and charming, he wasn't Throk.

After about a week Throk was released from the infirmary, but he would have to rest for a few days before he and (Y/n) could return to the base he was stationed at. (Y/n) was determined to nurse Throk back to health during his brief recovery period, and every day Vhyx would stop by during his lunch break. Throk appreciated the company of his friend since he didn't get to socialize much outside of (Y/n); when he'd been transferred his lieutenant had been promoted to a general so he could remain at central command. Each time Vhyx visited, (Y/n) kept up her act as the perfect pet, luckily she was still allowed to sit on the couch and at the table. During the sixth day of Throk's recovery Vhyx had come to visit like usual, and during the meal he told the lanky commander about the most recent gladiatorial matches. (Y/n) didn't necessarily like the gladiator matches, but she was just a pet at the moment and she couldn't speak up against it.

“So then there's a new champion after all this time? It's about time, after the last one escaped the matches haven't been quite as entertaining.” Throk spoke thoughtfully while he ate some of the disgusting purple food goo in his bowl, although he knew better than to complain about the food he was given.

“There's another match tomorrow evening, you could join me if you're feeling up to it.” Vhyx replied as he casually mentioned the next match, inviting his friend to go with him.

“I'm feeling well enough now, and I have missed our time together. I'll be there.” Throk responded with a smile; as much as he enjoyed his time with (Y/n), he looked forward to watching a gladiator match with his comrade.

During their conversation (Y/n) sat quietly and ate the food goo in her bowl, wishing that they could have real food; alas, they were only given food goo to eat during their stay. She felt bad for all of the people who were held hostage for the gladiator matches and she hoped they could someday earn their freedom, if Zarkon hadn't of taken an interest in her long ago then she would have possibly been raised to be a potential gladiator. (Y/n) remembered Shiro and how Zarkon had considered having her impregnated with a sperm sample from him, she was glad he never actually went through with it. Eventually the three of them finished lunch and (Y/n) gathered the dishes so she could rinse them off, then after Vhyx left Throk headed to the bed and took his shirt off. (Y/n) rinsed all of the dishes off and put them in the dishwasher, then she walked over to the bed to see if he needed anything. He looked as though he was in some degree of pain, and she wanted to see if she could do anything to help him.

“Hey, are you okay? Do you need anything?” (Y/n) gently asked her master, prepared to do or get anything he might need.

“My back hurts again, could you please give me a massage?” Throk answered with a pained groan, laying flat on his stomach on the bed.

“Alright, just give me a moment and I'll be right up.” (Y/n) assured him; if she was going to give Throk a massage, then she needed to get up on the bed.

Throk muttered something under his breath about hating Haggar and Lotor for being horrible people, then he went silent when (Y/n) used a step-stool to get up onto the bed. Over the years (Y/n) had perfected her massage skills and she knew what she was doing; she could hardly wait to get her hands on Throk's back. He had many scars from his past battles, luckily they no longer hurt and the human woman could touch them without accidentally hurting him. The commander was so skinny that (Y/n) could comfortably straddle his torso up until a certain point so she could sit comfortably, with how much he ate it was astonishing how thin he was. Throk felt his face heat up a bit when he felt the way (Y/n) sat on him, resisting the urge to moan from the way she straddled him. He noticed how she just sat there for a moment, most likely surveying his back to see where she needed to begin.

“Are you ready?” (Y/n) quietly asked Throk while she rubbed her hands together to warm them up, wanting to make sure he was ready for her to help his back feel less sore.

“Yes, I'm ready. Go on, then.” Throk mumbled his answer, wishing she would just get on with it.

(Y/n) laced her fingers together and cracked her knuckles, then her hands were upon his lean back in a matter of seconds. She felt Throk flinch when she planted her palms gently towards his sides; she had to allow him to get used to her touch before she could actually get started, otherwise she could potentially make his back pain worse. His muscles felt tense beneath her palms and a massage was just the thing he needed; once (Y/n) felt Throk relax beneath her, she started off by gently sliding her hands up and down the edges of his back a few times before she added a little pressure, loving how soft his fur felt to the touch. There were a few patches of fur missing where his deeper scars were located, each one with its own story of how it came to be. As (Y/n) applied pressure with her palms she remembered how Throk occasionally spoke of a few of his past battles; he was proud that he'd been victorious long ago, at least until Lotor showed up and he'd accepted the prince's challenge for the throne. The sigh of relaxation beneath her was satisfying, and she strove to keep her movements smooth.

The sensation of the young woman's hands smoothly rubbing up and down his back a few times had Throk tense at first, then when she added a little pressure to her lower palms he sighed. It felt as though every nerve in his body was on fire in a way that actually felt good, pleasurable in a way, and it would be a miracle if a certain part of him actually stayed put. As (Y/n) slowly moved her hands to the center of her master's back she kept her touch gentle, only adding pressure with her fingertips; she felt a full-body shudder beneath her followed by a barely audible moan when her fingertips ghosted over Throk's shoulder blades, which were apparently sensitive. Throk allowed his body to go limp beneath (Y/n) as he surrendered himself to her, completely vulnerable while she delicately worked her hands up and down his back. He shuddered again when he felt (Y/n) shift a little on his back before she massaged the symbol of infinity across him before she returned to her previous up and down motions.

“Am I doing alright?” (Y/n) queried after a few moments, wanting to know if she was actually doing well.

“I think so, yes. I had no idea you were this good.” Throk all but moaned when he felt her press her palms down against the bases of his shoulder blades a few times, her touch gentler than he originally anticipated.

“I kinda picked it up after my time with Zarkon. You're more reactivate to it than he was, though.” (Y/n) answered with a neutral tone when she mentioned Zarkon, not wanting to remember her time with him, but she was happier with Throk and how he appreciated her assistance.

Throk felt special and made sure to express his gratitude for his pet; Zarkon might not have appreciated (Y/n), but he did and he wanted her to know it. (Y/n) felt a little flustered from his expression of gratitude and it was kind of a turn on, so she continued doing a good job to make her master feel better. She gazed down at his back and ghosted her fingertips up to his shoulders, then she gripped them and pressed down with her palms to add pressure, feeling his previously tense muscles relax. Both (Y/n) and Throk could hear a crackly crunch sound while she worked out the knots, causing him to moan loudly each time it happened. A massage had been just the thing Throk needed, he didn't realize just how tense his muscles had been until (Y/n) put her hands on him. He had an odd fascination with the young woman's hands; they were so tiny and dainty compared to his, perfect for touching him where bigger hands couldn't reach, and the mere thought of her fingers near his sheath had him pouring slickness inside of his two remaining articles of clothing, and it would undoubtedly soak through onto the bedding beneath him. Without completely realizing his actions, Throk rocked his hips against the bed in an attempt to ease the tingling pressure of his arousal.

“Hey, a-are you okay? Do you need me to get off?” (Y/n) inquired after she noticed how Throk seemed to be rocking himself, blushing madly as she tried not to think about him getting an erection in the middle of his massage.

“I'm fine, just keep going.” Throk answered breathlessly; he wanted (Y/n) to keep going, but he knew that he needed to control himself better.

(Y/n) was just as turned on as her master, although she knew better than to act on it since she didn't want to overstep any boundaries. She kneaded out as many knots as she could, then she scooted down his lengthy back so she could begin massaging a new area. As she rubbed her hands in a slow ovalular motion and added pressure to certain areas, (Y/n) found more knots and massaged them out. As Throk laid practically boneless beneath the petite woman, his chin resting on where he had his arms crossed while he muttered praises and purred. (Y/n) couldn't help that she was fascinated with Throk's body; he was so long and skinny, yet muscular at the same time, and while she added pressure with her palms up his spine she could feel each deep breath he took. Ultimately she would end the massage when she reached his arse because she wasn't sure how he would react to her touching it, even though she really wanted to.

Receiving a back massage from his pet had Throk feeling better in no time, but he didn't want to interrupt her as she made her way down his back. Eventually he wanted to return the favor and give (Y/n) a massage; he would have to trim his nails down until they were smooth, although since she had skin instead of fur he could use scented lotion on her. (Y/n) loved slowly running her hands across his back; his fur was short, but very soft, and while she gazed at him she couldn't help but want to braid his hair. The further down (Y/n) moved, the more turned on she and Throk felt, and if it wasn't for the uncertain nature of their relationship then she would have been giving him a more intimate kind of massage. When (Y/n) reached his lower back she pressed down with her fingertips and made a circular motion, drawing out a string of moans and whimpers from the man beneath her. For somebody as skinny as Throk, she was surprised that he had such a nice ass.

When (Y/n's) butt touched Throk's they both blushed; she was literally on top of him and her touch was gentle, alas they weren't yet aware of their feelings for each other yet. With how much time she'd been giving Throk a thorough back rub (Y/n) had explored every inch of his back, which would be good to know for future reference. Even through her clothes she could feel just how hot he felt to the touch, and she felt oddly flattered that she had such an effect on him. Throk shuddered and moaned when he felt (Y/n) rub the pads of her thumbs up and down his lower thoracolumbar fascia in a V motion, voicing how good it felt. As (Y/n) finished up giving Throk a back massage she realized just how badly she needed to use the bathroom seeing as she hadn't gone since before Vhyx's visit. Throk, on the other hand, had a not so little problem that he needed to deal with and he couldn't do it with (Y/n) there. He sighed heavily when she got off of his back, then he opened his eyes.

“I'll be right back.” (Y/n) said as she pardoned herself prior to slipping off of the bed, promptly walking straight to the bathroom.

Throk watched her leave and patiently waited for her to close and lock the door, then he rolled onto his back and lifted his hips enough for him to partially pull his pants and underwear down. He needed to be quick, otherwise (Y/n) would catch him touching himself; luckily for him his cock was painfully hard and leaking, so it wouldn't take much to get himself off. The commander choked back a moan when he wrapped his right hand around his cock, tightening his grip around the head before he began stroking himself. He was so wet after (Y/n) gave him a back rub; the slippery fluid his cock produced soaked his palm while more slickness poured out of his sheath, creating a slippery-sticky mess. Throk huffed while he watched himself masturbate, his hand twisting around the narrow, somewhat pointed head of his cock before he made a squeezing motion. His dick throbbed as precum beaded at the tip, then proceeded to pour down his shaft and fingers when he thought about (Y/n) giving him a proper knotrub.

Her hands would fit so perfectly on him, her fingers small enough to wiggle a little ways down into his sheath where no one else's could fit. With a clenched jaw Throk rubbed himself faster, attempting to bring himself over the edge of sexual bliss before (Y/n) finished her business in the bathroom. His knot would be annoying to deal with, and unfortunately he could only bring himself to orgasm once, thankfully afterwards he could hide his lower half under a blanket without seeming suspicious. Every so often he would gently tug on his cock and rub his fingers along the slit near the tip to the point where he nearly moaned out loud, then he returned to rubbing just the head. Thinking about (Y/n) helped a lot; Throk desired to copulate with her, the only problem was that he didn't want to force himself on her, instead he would wait to see if she ever came to him. He could hear the slick sound of his hand rotating around the head of his cock, as well as his own heartbeat as his heart thumped strongly within his chest.

Quiet huffs and whimpers escaped past his lips while he pleasured himself, briefly switching to massaging his cock from base to tip. It was the mental image of (Y/n) laying naked on their bed at his outpost that sent Throk over the edge, just barely avoiding making an even bigger mess; he was grateful that humans couldn't smell galra pheromones. Right before Throk could come he let go of his cock, sat up kind of sideways with his legs spread wide, then he practically folded himself in half so he could wrap his lips around his member. Having his own dick inside of his mouth felt good as long as he minded his teeth, and he could feel it throb against his tongue. The bitter-salty taste wasn't so bad, he was used to it; Throk bobbed his head up and down a few times and it only took a few pumps to have himself coming, the galran man swallowing his own cum right as his knot swelled. His cock and knot throbbed in time with his heartbeat, shooting ropes of cum up into the opening of his throat for him to swallow, although his knot bordered on painful because he wasn't in any position to grip it, instead he kept himself in a safe position with his hands.

Throk wasn't surprised by how quickly he brought himself to orgasm, with how worked up (Y/n) had him it'd been a miracle that he hadn't come undone while she was still rubbing his back. He continued to quickly bob his head to work himself through his orgasm in a timely manner, his body trembling in pleasure while he moaned, toes curling tightly. As his climax began to wane Throk let go of his cock so he could take a few deep breaths to calm himself, feeling a little weary after he took care of himself; he felt a bit tired, yet satisfied, then he licked his lips. His ears perked up when he heard the toilet flush and knew (Y/n) would come out soon; he quickly wiped himself dry with a blanket and sat up, then he pulled his underwear and pants up over his softening erection, grunting in discomfort. Right as (Y/n) opened the bathroom door and turned the bathroom lights off, Throk covered most of his lower half with a blanket.

“How are you feeling now?” (Y/n) queried when she walked toward the bed, noticing the dazed expression on his face.

“I feel much better. I truly appreciate your assistance.” Throk responded with a dopey smile; he purred loudly, content after the massage and his climax.

“I'm glad that I could help. Did you get cold?” (Y/n) replied as she beamed at Throk, promptly joining him on the bed again; he was partially covered with a blanket, so she assumed that he must have gotten chilly.

“Cold… yes.” Throk nearly coughed in response, not wanting to let on to what he'd been up to during her brief absence.

“Then I'll help you warm up. Before you know it, we'll be home again.” (Y/n) crooned affectionately as she crawled over to him, promising the older man that they'd eventually return to their newer home.

Since his phallus hadn't fully retracted yet, Throk let the petite woman come to him so he wouldn't accidentally put her off if she were to see the large bulge in his pants. Once she was close enough, he wrapped his arms around (Y/n) and held her close, a deep purr rumbling within his chest. While (Y/n) had been in the bathroom she'd taken an extra moment to calm herself down so she wouldn't drive Throk crazy with her scent; she definitely wanted things between them to have gone further and it wasn't uncommon for commanders to have sex with their pets who were people from other planets, but he genuinely respected her and he wouldn't take things further. Being the personal pet of a sexy commander was a blessing and a curse because (Y/n) got to spend a lot of personal time with Throk, although she also had to keep her desires in check so they didn't get out of hand. Their little cuddle session led to Throk and (Y/n) taking a short nap together with how relaxed they were, luckily no one else would bother them for the rest of the day.

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Despite not being happy about being back at central command, Throk attended a couple of gladiatorial matches and spent time with Vhyx while he could; as much as he enjoyed having a territory of his own within the empire, he missed spending time with the other high ranking officers. He occasionally took (Y/n) out on walks so she could get the exercise she needed, yet they both had to keep their act up and they avoided everyone they could, although neither of them could wait to go home. (Y/n) spent a lot of her free time watching anything she could, or she would read something on the holopad she'd been given, or she would do basic chores around their temporary habsuite. There were a couple of times when Throk went to the bar along with Vhyx and a few others, and at some point (Y/n) had the opportunity to socialize with a few of the other pets. The day before Throk and (Y/n) returned to his base in the Ulippa system they packed up all of the stuff they'd brought, then Throk decided to take a quick shower.

The young woman had washed up the previous evening, so until Throk finished in the bathroom she decided to just read something to pass the time. Laying on the old couch with a book she brought felt nice since it helped her forget that she was at central command; (Y/n) was so deep in thought that she wasn't expecting their somewhat unexpected visitor. Before Throk and (Y/n) left central command Vhyx wanted to visit them one last time while they were there, mainly because he wasn't sure when he would have the time to visit his friend. Unlike many of the others, Vhyx didn't mind Throk treating (Y/n) like a regular person rather than just a pet nor did he think it was strange or a bad thing, even if they felt that they needed to keep up an act while he was around. (Y/n) was in her own little world while reading her book until she heard a knock on the door, and it caused her to nearly have a heart attack; the knock startled her so much that she practically jumped out of her own skin. She didn't want to seem rude to whoever was on the other side of the door and Throk had given her permission to answer the door if he wasn't available, so she put her bookmark in her book, put it down, slid off of the couch and went to see who knocked, and not surprisingly it was Vhyx.

“Greetings, General Vhyx. Throk is taking a shower right now. Would you like to wait for him to come out of the bathroom?” (Y/n) greeted her master's friend with a professional tone and a straight face, inviting him inside the same way she used to invite guests into Zarkon's habsuite back when she belonged to the ancient galran emperor.

“Greetings to you as well. Thank you.” Vhyx greeted her politely; when the young woman stepped to the side, he walked in and headed for the couch, grateful to have been offered a place to sit, and since he'd been working overtime his upper back ached, but he tried his best to mask the pain.

(Y/n) stood to the side to let Vhyx in, but as he entered the temporary habsuite she noticed how he seemed to slouch more than usual; she was used to seeing Throk slouch, although seeing Vhyx do it was strange. While Vhyx went to sit on the couch, she let the door slide shut on its own. Vhyx rested his prosthetic forearms on his upper thighs so he could lean over; he wished there was someone who could help him, but pain was often seen as a weakness in the galra empire. (Y/n) originally planned on quietly sitting on the other side of the couch while they waited for Throk to finish his shower, yet she couldn't ignore how Vhyx looked as though he was in some degree of pain. She already knew what was appropriate to do with guests and what wasn't since she'd been trained, so offering to help Throk's guest would be perfectly acceptable.

“If you don't mind me asking, but are you in any pain?” (Y/n) inquired as she stood a few feet in front of Vhyx, politely inquiring of his well-being.

“I've been overworked lately and my upper back hurts. It's fine, I'll take something for the pain later.” Vhyx answered with a groan, straightening his back and neck enough so he could glance at her.

“I could give you a massage, if you want. I have a lot of experience and I've never had a complaint. You'll have to remove the upper part of your armor first, though.” (Y/n) suggested, assuring him that she was experienced in giving people massages.

“I would appreciate it; thank you.” Vhyx accepted, expressing his gratitude for the kind offer; she didn't have to help him, but she wanted to and he didn't want to be rude if he were to refuse.

(Y/n) didn't show much emotion as she carefully helped Vhyx stand up, minding the sharp fingers on his prosthetics. Since he wasn't able to get his upper armor off on his own she helped him, unlatching the latches prior to helping him remove the heavy armor so she could put it on the floor next to the couch. The next thing (Y/n) did was instruct Vhyx to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch which he did, then she climbed back up on the couch and moved his silky-smooth hair to the left so she had better access to the back of his neck and his shoulders. She rubbed her hands together to warm them and cracked her knuckles, doing her best not to stare at his fabric-clad muscular back. Usually Vhyx wouldn't have made a peep, but as soon as the human woman delicately caressed the base of his skull with her hands he let out a particularly loud groan of relief. He hadn't received a decent massage in deca-phoebs, although the last person who gave him one wasn't as gentle as (Y/n).

(Y/n) moved the pads of her thumbs in a slow up and down motion on the back of Vhyx's neck, testing out different pressures until she found the right one. His full-body shudder was a good sign, it meant that she had begun to successfully massage the tension out of him. She worked on his neck for a couple of minutes, then she moved her hands down to his upper spine and shoulder blades, feeling a grinding sensation beneath her fingertips. Vhyx had a lot of knots, just like Throk and a few of the other people she'd given massages to had; she figured it must have been a galra thing in the empire. Vhyx moaned each time (Y/n) worked out a cluster of knots in his back, he actually enjoyed the sensation of the human woman's hands working along his back. The way she trailed her palms up and down along his upper spine, then pressed them flat against his shoulder blades relaxed him.

“Does this help you feel any better?” (Y/n) inquired after a few minutes, not once stopping from palming his broad shoulders.

“Yessss.” Vhyx hissed in satisfaction, amazed by how good of a masseuse the human woman was.

“That's good to hear. As Master Throk's friend, I want to be able to help you feel as relaxed as possible while you're here.” (Y/n) responded gleefully, pleased with herself for helping Throk's friend in a way that no one else in the empire could.

Vhyx sat up a little straighter as the pressure in his back began to ease with (Y/n's) help, his eyelids fluttering shut while he enjoyed himself. (Y/n) pulled more moans from him as she ran the pads of her thumbs up and down either side of his spine; with her eyebrows furrowed she focused on working through the knots. While (Y/n) gave Vhyx a massage, Throk had finished with his shower and he turned the water off once he deemed himself clean enough, then he shook the water out of his fur before he stepped out onto the towel he'd placed on the floor, completely oblivious to his unanticipated guest. Right when he stepped towards the drying stall his ears twitched because he could have sworn that he heard Vhyx's voice followed by a moan from him as well, but he figured that it was impossible since the last he saw of (Y/n) she was alone. However, apparently that wasn't the case because while he stood near the bathroom door and listened to what was happening in the next room; he heard (Y/n) mumble something followed by another moan from Vhyx, a particularly loud one at that. Throk felt incredibly betrayed by not only his very own pet, but his friend as well because he genuinely thought they were having sex; (Y/n) and Vhyx, who certainly were not having sex with each other, jolted when Throk suddenly burst out of the bathroom.

"What's going on in- here?" Throk began to demand angrily after he opened the bathroom door until he saw (Y/n) sitting on the couch while Vhyx sat on the floor, her hands kneading his shoulders.

"While you were busy in the shower I noticed how our guest looked a little tense, so I decided to give him a simple massage. Master, could you please put on some pants or wrap a towel around your waist? You're indecent." (Y/n) explained with a flat tone, then promptly requested that he put something on since he was completely naked; she glanced at Throk's crotch to get a quick look at what he had between his legs, but she didn't let her gaze linger.

"My apologies." Throk muttered in embarrassment before he scurried back into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what Throk thought she and Vhyx had been up to, nevertheless he'd startled both of them and it took her a couple of minutes to regain her composure. He could be terrifying when he was angry, but he'd been scarier when he suddenly burst out of the bathroom completely in the nude and demanded to know what was going on. Vhyx already knew what Throk's problem was judging by his pheromones, although he couldn't blame his friend for being jealous of a certain situation he thought he'd heard. Of course, Vhyx wasn't the type to betray his friend and ally in such a way, and he wasn't exactly attracted to (Y/n), either. (Y/n) would finish giving Vhyx the massage she'd promised him, then when Throk finished up in the bathroom she would get them some refreshments.

Luckily drying off didn't take too long for Throk since he had naturally shorter fur, and once he was completely dry he put his underwear and bodysuit back on. When the lanky commander exited the bathroom he watched as (Y/n) slid off of the couch, giving him and Vhyx the opportunity to sit on it. Vhyx thanked (Y/n) for the massage, to which she responded with a smile and assured him it had been no trouble at all. When she returned a moment later with a plate of alien deli meat on it, the young woman joined them on the large piece of furniture. Throk and (Y/n) wouldn't be at central command for much longer, so he appreciated Vhyx's sudden visit despite the little mix-up a few minutes earlier. Spending time with a friend was always something Throk looked forward to and he was glad Vhyx and (Y/n) got along well, nonetheless from that day on he wouldn't jump to conclusions without knowing all the facts first.

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The stay at central command had taken longer than either of them expected, and after a few weeks Throk and (Y/n) were more than ready to go home. (Y/n) was beyond grateful that Throk hadn't been killed when Haggar interrogated him, although he would still have to take it easy for a while to ensure his recovery process went well and he wouldn't go into shock or something if he got too excited. Usually Throk wasn't one to apologize; he figured that being around the human woman must have changed something in him, because he'd apologized to Vhyx for the misunderstanding in his temporary habsuite. After all was said and done, (Y/n) thought his reaction had been kind of funny and so did Vhyx. Before Throk and (Y/n) left central command, one of the doctors prescribed some heart medication for him in case his chest began hurting; two bottles worth, which Throk picked up from the infirmary before they left, the only issue was that one bottle contained an experimental pill Haggar created and it accidentally received the wrong label.

On the way back to the Ulippa system Throk occasionally let (Y/n) fly his fighter jet, he figured it would be good for her to stay in practice in case of an emergency, or if she ever just wanted to go out for a flight. (Y/n) appreciated his confidence in her; she actually liked flying the small ship through space to their destination, and he even trusted her around his allies. Once everything they'd taken with them was unpacked and put away Throk made sure the systems were still operational, then he joined (Y/n) in their habsuite on the couch; she'd started the fireplace, and it set the perfect mood for snuggling. (Y/n) wasn't too surprised that Throk was clingy with her following their visit to central command and after what he'd been through, so naturally she comforted him while he curled around her on the couch. Throk wasn't used to being completely vulnerable and his time with Haggar frightened something deep within him, but being curled around (Y/n) on their couch while she gently stroked his ears in the most comforting way which caused him to purr, helped him feel better.

The young woman didn't mind how Throk clung to her and followed her around for the rest of the evening; she thought it was cute how a big tough commander like him could act so clingy, and his behavior only made her crush on him even harder. Within the following days Throk wanted to be as close with (Y/n) as he could because she made him feel safe, which she certainly didn't mind since it meant she could spend more time with him. A few days later right before bedtime Throk's chest began to hurt a little, so he took one of the pills from one of the bottles he'd picked up from the infirmary, not realizing that it wasn't the medication he'd been prescribed. The pain went away on its own without him dying, but while he and (Y/n) were fast asleep the pill took effect and his body temporarily transformed without either of them being aware of it; the pills in the mislabeled bottle were infused with magical altean properties made by Haggar that turned people into random animals, and Throk was the unfortunate person who unintentionally ended up with them. Meanwhile at central command, Haggar realized the mistake made by one of her druids and she'd given up on finding the pills, then she decided to replace them with a new batch, one she would label herself.

In the meantime, Throk had been magically turned into a cat by the pill he'd taken and after his transformation he remained curled up by the human woman's left side. (Y/n) hadn't noticed the absence of his much larger body by her until she began to wake up the next morning; she didn't think it was too strange for Throk to not be next to her seeing as he often let her slept in, although as the young woman woke up she just laid there, enjoying the lazy sleepy sensation that fogged her mind. The strange thing was that all of the lights in their habsuite were still off which left her in complete darkness; usually Throk left a dim light on for her on the mornings he woke up first, so something was definitely wrong. She just laid there in the silence for a few minutes, and then she heard what sounded like a quiet purring sound. (Y/n) nearly jumped when the back of her left hand brushed against a small furry body, one that felt like some kind of animal. Reaching for the bedside light switch without startling the animal wasn't easy; once the bedroom lights were on, albeit dim, she looked down and saw a purple cat staring directly at her, one that looked suspiciously like Throk.

“Throk?” (Y/n) whispered her query, hardly able to believe her eyes; people didn't just randomly turn into cats on a normal basis, so she figured something must have happened to him.

Throk wasn't fully aware that he'd been turned into a cat after he woke up, unfortunately he quickly realized that he wasn't his normal self when he let out a slightly rough, mid-pitched meow instead of words. He panicked when he realized that he couldn't speak actual words, his yellow eyes widening as he pinned his ears back against his skull. The previously galran man looked down at himself and realized he was a cat instead of his usual fabulous self; normally he would have panicked worse because he'd been turned into an animal, but he couldn't do anything about it and decided to see if he would return back to normal on his own, his ears perking back up. While Throk accepted his fate, (Y/n) watched his little freak out and wondered how self-aware he was; he looked down at himself, so she figured he must have known something wasn't right. He was pretty cute as a cat, and she had to resist the urge to pick him up and hold him close.

“How- how is this possible? How are you a cat? You're pretty cute, but this is just… I don't even know how to express how strange this is.” (Y/n) questioned with uncertainty, barely able to wrap her mind around the fact that Throk had been turned into a cat.

Throk tried to respond, although he pinned his ears back again when he meowed instead of speaking words; he seriously hoped he would return to normal sometime within the next day. There was nothing he could do about it and neither could (Y/n), hence they would have to just go about their day as normally as possible. He perked his ears up once again when the human woman sat up in bed, wondering exactly what she planned on doing. (Y/n) was a little hesitant at first, but she reached down and gently caressed the top of kitty Throk's head, receiving a loud purr from him in response; he seemed to like being pet, and she continued to do so for a minute or two. Throk always enjoyed it when the young woman pet him, although while he was a cat he could allow himself to enjoy it more without feeling embarrassed.

“Before we eat breakfast I have to check the monitors and see if you have any messages from central command. You know, sometimes I'm glad that you don't have very many duties. Oh, and I have to defrag the sentries later. At least I can leave my pajamas on.” (Y/n) spoke calmly as she told Throk about her morning plans before they ate breakfast together, relieved to finally spend a whole day in her pajamas.

Throk hadn't realized how hungry he felt until (Y/n) mentioned food, but he disliked that she had to accomplish a few tasks before she made breakfast and he voiced that displeasure with a grumpy sounding meow. (Y/n) thought his grumpiness was hilarious and giggled, then she had to get out of bed so she could perform the morning tasks. Throk got up and jumped off of the bed after (Y/n) slid off of the bed, leaving behind his boxers that had slipped off of him at some point the previous night after he turned into a cat. On her way out of the bedroom (Y/n) turned the lights on to the rest of their habsuite, the hallways and the rest of the base as she went, that way she could actually see where she was going. The next thing she did was head to the bathroom to do her business, only she closed the door so she could have privacy, and to her surprise Throk didn't meow or scratch at the door. Following her bathroom break and morning routine, (Y/n) headed to the monitor room while Throk followed close behind her, as though he was making sure she knew what she was doing.

(Y/n) already knew exactly what to do; the scanners around the base didn't detect anything, and there weren't any new messages from central command. Without anything else to do, she headed to the kitchen with her master-turned-cat hot on her trail, both of them feeling hungry. Once they made it to their destination, (Y/n) prepared a bowl/plate of (F/b) for herself, although at first she wasn't sure what to feed Throk since they didn't have any cat food. Obviously she didn't want to feed him something that would upset his stomach, which was why she considered making a plain scrambled egg for him to eat. During (Y/n's) quest to find something for Throk to eat she remembered that they'd bought some food from Earth at the mall and walked to the cupboard with the canned food in it. She opened the door and scanned the shelves with her eyes, finally finding a can of tuna that would have to do.

“You don't mind eating tuna, do you? What am I saying? You're a cat now, and from what I know about cats they love fish.” (Y/n) asked Throk until she remembered that he couldn't answer her, and from what she remembered cats enjoyed eating fish.

Throk just sat in the center of the kitchen floor, wondering when (Y/n) would stop talking to herself and get on with breakfast. He'd never eaten tuna before, yet by that point he was hungry enough to eat whatever she fed him. (Y/n) grabbed the can of tuna and closed the door, then she had to get a bowl to put the canned fish in; apparently Throk liked the smell of tuna, because he ran over to her after she opened the can and began meowing loudly whilst sitting by her feet. She'd never had a pet of her own before and in a way it felt like she had one, although she had to remind herself that Throk wasn't a pet and he would hopefully return to his normal self at some point. (Y/n) threw the empty can in the recycling port after she emptied it in the bowl, then she picked the dish up, as well as the plate/bowl with her own breakfast, and carried both dishes to the table. Since Throk was still basically himself, she would allow him to eat on the table while she sat on her chair like usual.

“Okay, come on. I know it's not convenient, but you've got to eat.” (Y/n) said once she sat at the table and put the bowl of tuna towards the other side, calling for Throk to join her.

Throk followed (Y/n) around until she sat down, then he backed up and crouched to get ready to jump, and then as though he had springs in his legs he jumped up onto the table. Living as a cat for who knows how long certainly wouldn't be easy, unfortunately there wasn't anything he could do about it and he would have to make due with his predicament; he was thankful for the delicious breakfast, though. While (Y/n) ate the food she'd prepared for herself, she smiled when she glanced at Throk and saw how quickly he ate the tuna she gave him. After breakfast she had a few chores to complete and the sentries had to be defragged, then she could rest in their living room and watch something. (Y/n) and Throk took their time eating breakfast, savoring the delicious food.

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After breakfast had been eaten (Y/n) took the dishes to the sink where she rinsed them off, then she placed them in the dishwasher. The next thing she did was go to the room specifically made for the sentries to recharge in so she could defrag them; she already knew which button to push after Throk taught her how to defrag the robots, and once that task had been completed she went to begin her other daily tasks. Each place (Y/n) went in the base, Throk followed her out of curiosity and sat nearby until she went somewhere else. Being a cat was strange and Throk missed being tall, although he discovered that he could get around without being noticed and he liked the way (Y/n) thought he was cute. When (Y/n) laid on the couch to watch one of her favorite shows, Throk joined her and curled up on her lap only to fall asleep for a little while.

Before the human woman knew it, it was lunch time and she had to go make lunch for both of them; she paused her show and carefully picked Throk up which he wasn't happy about, nevertheless they both needed to eat again. Lunchtime went well, then afterwards (Y/n) decided to do a little light cleaning around their habsuite while Throk sat on the back of the couch the entire time, watching her with his intense gaze. The day had been pretty uneventful which (Y/n) didn't mind, but by bedtime Throk was absolutely bored out of his mind and if he didn't cause some chaos, he felt as though he would die from boredom. While (Y/n) put her pajamas on in the bedroom, Throk waited on the bathroom counter until she arrived; he had an evil plan that he thought would be fun, all he had to do was wait for the perfect moment. (Y/n) was surprised to find Throk sitting on the bathroom counter since he'd been with her for a majority of the day, nevertheless she stepped up onto her step-stool to reach the sink and she grabbed her toothbrush. Right when the young woman moved to turn the water on, Throk dashed to grab her toothbrush with his mouth, taking off with it when he jumped off of the counter and ran out of the bathroom.

“Hey! Get back here with that!” (Y/n) shouted once she registered what happened; it was a shock at first because she wasn't expecting it, but she needed to get her toothbrush back and after she stepped down from her step-stool, she too ran out of the bathroom.

Throk was surprised by how easy it had been to steal (Y/n's) toothbrush; before she could react properly, he ran out to the little private kitchen in their habsuite only to sit on one of the counters to see how long it would take her to find him. He couldn't exactly grin while he was a cat, so he had to do it on the inside while he sat proudly on the counter, the handle of the toothbrush held firmly with his teeth. (Y/n) wasn't sure where Throk could have run off to after he hastily exited the bathroom, which meant she had to search for him; she hadn't noticed him in the kitchen as she began looking for him. If anyone else had been living in the base beside her and Throk then she would have felt silly for calling out ‘here kitty kitty’ so openly, but she didn't feel too embarrassed during that moment because she hoped Throk would just come to her. She started off with the bedroom, then she went to go look in the living room in case he found a little nook to hide her poor toothbrush in.

(Y/n) never imagined that searching for one cat could be so difficult, alas it was; Throk was undoubtedly a sneaky, mischievous bastard when he wanted to be. She decided to check the living room next, looking in every nook and cranny in hopes of finding her naughty cat-master and her toothbrush. Throk thought her obliviousness was downright hilarious, and if he could have laughed, then he would have. The way (Y/n) got down on her hands and knees to search the lower places was downright hilarious, and it was hysterical when she called him like a common kitty-pet. Finally, when (Y/n) looked in the kitchen she found Throk sitting on one of the counters quite proudly whilst holding her toothbrush, looking smug as usual. Throk didn't even flinch when the young woman approached him, deciding to actually behave since he felt kind of sleepy.

“Were you there the whole time? I was looking everywhere for you, of course you already knew that. Okay, drop it.” (Y/n) questioned firmly once she stood in front of the counter Throk sat on, realizing what his evil plan had been; when she demanded for him to drop her toothbrush, she held her right/left hand up to catch it.

Of course, Throk could have continued his little game if he chose to, but he decided to comply and returned the toothbrush to his pet before he jumped off of the counter. (Y/n) thanked him as she watched him leave, and when she went to the bathroom where she could finally brush her teeth she was glad Throk didn't hide her toothbrush. During her time in the bathroom she smiled to herself in the mirror, remembering how nice it'd been to have a mostly do-nothing kind of day while she had the opportunity to snuggle with a cat, who usually wasn't a cat. After (Y/n) finished her business in the bathroom she was finally ready for bed; she had to turn all the lights off, of course, although then she could climb into bed where Throk already waited for her. Throk purred loudly when his favorite person joined him on their comfortable bed, once again enjoying the way she pet him.

“You're a lot of trouble, you know that? At least you're cute.” (Y/n) said while she lightly rubbed the underside of Throk's chin, causing him to purr louder; of course he knew how much trouble he could be, otherwise he wouldn't have taken off with her toothbrush.

Throk mewed in acknowledgment while he laid there and soaked up all of the attention she gave him; he'd never seen (Y/n) act so open, relaxed or affectionate before nor had she ever called him cute, he kind of liked being a cat if it meant (Y/n) fully kept her guard down. Eventually sometime in the future after he returned to normal, he would consider getting a cat or some kind of other small furry pet for the young woman he'd come to love. (Y/n) really liked Throk being a cat and kind of wished he could stay that way for a while longer, but in a way she couldn't wait for him to turn back to his normal, snarky self. She spent a little extra time petting Throk, then she turned the bedroom lights off and laid down while he curled up next to her right side. Throk didn't know what would happen the next day, although as he curled up next to (Y/n) he felt happy to have had her full attention.

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Being a cat had certainly been an interesting experience for Throk, one he'd come to enjoy by the end of the day; not being his normal self was a huge inconvenience, yet (Y/n) appeared more outgoing and affectionate with him than usual. He wished that he could've seen her like that more often, but while their circumstances were normal he understood she would still be reserved and a little shy to a certain degree. Throughout the night the effect of the pill wore off and Throk slowly returned to his normal galra self; as he grew and transformed his body draped over (Y/n's) a bit, his head resting on her stomach. Oddly enough (Y/n) didn't notice the weight on her throughout the night, she'd been in too deep of a sleep to feel it. By morning Throk was back to normal, although since he'd been naked as a cat he was naked as his usual self, too. (Y/n) woke up first after she registered a warmth next to her and a weight on her stomach, then after she turned the bedroom lights on she saw Throk laying mostly curled up next to her, no longer a cat. She smiled softly when she reached down to delicately caress the side of his face with the backs of her fingers which caused Throk to wake up, not yet noticing his nudeness.

“It looks like you're normal again.” (Y/n) spoke quietly after she saw Throk open his eyes.

“Was I ever truly normal?” Throk mumbled his inquiry humorously, a slight grin tugging at his mouth.

“For you? Yeah, but you know what I mean.” (Y/n) answered, muffling her laughter with her free hand.

Throk thought (Y/n's) laughter from their little shared humor was cute and he found himself feeling a bit flustered as he used her belly as a pillow. He thought back to more than a day prior and realized that one of the bottles he'd picked up from the infirmary at central command wasn't a normal bottle of medication and must have gotten mixed up; he would be sure to dispose of it properly. (Y/n) thought Throk's theory sounded really strange when he brought it up to her, but the more she thought about it the more it made sense since he'd taken a pill right before bed the night before last. They just laid there for a moment, enjoying the silence as they looked deeply into each other's eyes; there was no doubt about it, Throk and (Y/n) had fallen in love with each other during their time together. A light blush dusted the human woman's face when she glanced down and saw Throk's bare bottom, although she met his gaze again out of embarrassment because she didn't want him to know she got another look at his nakedness.

“What?” Throk questioned suggestively, knowing what his pet's problem was once he got a whiff of her pheromones, knowing she'd seen his state of undress.

“You know that you're naked again, right?” (Y/n) queried, feeling mortified about pointing out the obvious; she was alone in bed with her crush who was naked, she couldn't prevent her mind from running through all kinds of dirty scenarios.

“And? You've seen me undressed many times, I don't understand why it bothers you now.” Throk teased, wiggling his brows flirtatiously.

“Y-yeah, but- but- Oh, never mind. I'm going to go to the bathroom.” (Y/n) sputtered before she managed to get out from under Throk only to slide off of the bed, going straight for the bathroom where she could cool off.

Throk sat up after (Y/n) left their bed, lowering his ears a little in shame; he thought that he must have come on too strong or something with his flirting, so he would make it up to her by preparing a big, delicious breakfast. He had to get dressed first, of course, then he went to turn the lights on throughout the base prior to returning to the kitchen in their habsuite. Being a cat for a day hadn't been so bad, and after the experience he'd fallen even more in love with (Y/n). In the meantime, the young woman took some time to sort through her thoughts in the bathroom, then she went on to brush her hair and finish her other business, and when she was ready she exited the bathroom only to smell something delicious. While Throk stood in front of the stove, he decided to call Vhyx and have a very important discussion with him later, friend to friend. Luckily when (Y/n) joined him in the kitchen, things weren't quite as awkward between them and the rest of the day went well.

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Never before in her life did (Y/n) think she would ever have the opportunity to fall in love with someone nor did she expect to fall in love with Throk, but as she'd learned love could come in many forms. From a young age she'd been trained as a slave and that her only purpose in life was to serve others; things changed sometime after her mental breakdown because Throk treated her as an equal, or sometimes even better. He seemed to genuinely value her as a person, which from her understanding was highly unusual for him, and he often made a point to be either affectionate with her or set a romantic mood, the human woman couldn't help but fall in love with him. (Y/n) knew basically everything about Throk after how much time she'd been with him, and despite his snarky exterior he had a soft side deep within, nevertheless he wasn't completely the lovey-dovey type. Ultimately, even though Throk wasn't the prince charming type like most women preferred, (Y/n) loved him as he was and she hoped he would eventually reciprocate her feelings.

As for Throk, he'd never considered being in a romantic relationship with anyone, much less a member of a lesser species in the empire's eyes, up until he realized that he'd fallen in love with (Y/n), which nearly gave him a stroke when the realization hit him. Actually having romantic and sexual feelings for the young woman hadn't been as bad as he originally anticipated, though, and over time he just kind of accepted it and began to think about what the future held for them. Courting and becoming mates with anyone who wasn't fully galra was considered disrespectful for not only the empire, but one's lineage as well. The more Throk thought about it, the less he cared about what others thought; he truly loved (Y/n) and he desired to have her as his significant other, the only problem was that he needed advice of what he should do next. Obviously if he pursued a relationship with (Y/n) he would have to abandon the empire, which he'd been considering ever since Zarkon had been put on bed rest. One evening while the young woman took a warm bubble bath, Throk called Vhyx from the monitor room where they could have a little privacy. Throk wondered if asking Vhyx for advice was the best idea, unfortunately it wasn't like he could ask advice from anyone else.

“I'm screwed. I'm so screwed.” Throk muttered when Vhyx answered the call and his face popped up on the screen, allowing his confused anguish out.

“What did you do?” Vhyx questioned blunty, knowing that something must have happened to have Throk so disturbed; it was so unlike him to act in such a way, and he planned on aiding his ally in any way he could.

“I'm falling in love with (Y/n) and I want her to be my mate, but she's not galra and the consequences of a forbidden relationship aren't something I can't escape easily. I hold strong affections for her, but I never expected to develop feelings for her, and I don't know what to do.” Throk explained his predicament; he genuinely didn't know how to proceed or if he should have (Y/n) sent back to central command, which he didn't want the latter to happen.

“I see… I can't tell you what to do, but finding love is a rare occurrence and sometimes it happens with someone who isn't galra.” Vhyx answered simply; obviously he couldn't tell Throk exactly how to handle the situation or what to do, nevertheless he could hopefully point him in the right direction.

Throk sighed and leaned forward in his seat, resting his forehead in his hands while he used his elbows to keep himself somewhat upright. He really loved (Y/n) and wouldn't mind having her as his life mate, nevertheless he wasn't entirely sure how she truly felt about him and he didn't want to pressure her into being with him; she had shown signs of having deep feelings for him, yet she never directly told him. Throk didn't have to worry about (Y/n) dying anytime soon because she'd been given quintessence throughout her younger years, which extended her life to the point where her natural aging process had been slowed way down, so there wasn't too much of a rush for them to get into a relationship if it was what the universe had in store for them. Falling in love and becoming mates with someone was the biggest decision one could make in life and it wasn't to be taken lightly, yet Throk had thought it over from many different angles, including the different outcomes. Vhyx waited patiently for Throk to say something, knowing that the other man was extremely conflicted about what to do and he had a lot of thinking to do until he came to a conclusion.

“I know. I don't want to lose her and I truly wish to have her as my significant other, and I understand the risks I'd be taking- You're right, though; for many, they only come across the one person they were meant to be with once in their lives and I shouldn't waste my opportunity with (Y/n). Regardless of what happens, I know she'll always be there for me whereas there are restrictions in the empire.” Throk lamented; sometimes difficult decisions had to be made, and it was up to him to decide the fate of his and (Y/n's) relationship.

“Whatever happens between you two, I'm sure it'll turn out well. Victory or Death.” Vhyx responded with a gentle tone, one that turned more serious as he concluded.

“Victory or Death.” Throk repeated; he didn't think it would be that bad when he confessed his feelings for (Y/n) and asked her if she wanted to be his mate, although he had to properly prepare first.

Unlike many of the other officers in the empire, Vhyx wasn't completely against interspecies relationships, especially when it came to those he was close with. Throk knew the basics of galra courtship methods just as all adult galra did, although he was kind of curious about how humans courted each other, yet he figured (Y/n) would be fine with him courting her the galra way considering that she'd been raised at central command, never having interacted with her own kind. However, Throk felt intrigued by human traditions and he would do his best to learn a few where love was concerned. Vhyx knew Throk was still anxious about potentially getting into a relationship with (Y/n) after he freed her from her status as a pet, so he changed the subject to what had been going on at central command recently. Throk couldn't control what happened between him and (Y/n); whatever happened, though, he would simply accept the outcome, even if she didn't reciprocate his feelings.

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As much as (Y/n) loved being around Throk, sometimes she liked having some time to herself to do what she wanted, and he never made a big deal about it which made her feel even more comfortable around him. There were a few things she wanted to do, then after thinking about it for a moment she decided to take a warm bubble bath in the huge bathtub in the bathroom. With plenty of time on her hands, (Y/n) went straight to the bathroom, closed the door and turned the heat on before she undressed herself and began to fill the tub. She appreciated that Throk kept a few different kinds of bubble bath in the bathroom and he always had extra in the storage room; without having to worry about running out of her favorite bubble bath mix, (Y/n) used the amount she usually did which left a thick layer of bubbles on the water's surface. The young woman let out a happy sigh after she stepped into the warm bubbly water and sat down after she turned the faucet off, laying back against the nearest side of the tub.

“This is exactly what I needed.” (Y/n) mumbled to herself as she stretched her legs out and got comfy, letting out a sigh.

Warm bubble baths were a regular thing for her when she had enough time; her life was so much better with Throk, yet she wasn't entirely sure how he truly felt about her. On one hand he always made a point to be affectionate with her since they were comfortable living with each other, nonetheless on the other hand they were so comfortable that she didn't know what the nature of their relationship was anymore. She'd noticed how he hadn't quite freed her yet and wondered if he was confused, too, and he hadn't given her an official courtship gift yet nor had he confessed his feelings for her. (Y/n) wondered if she was just being delusional by thinking Throk loved her, and she wanted him to very badly, alas until he said something she wouldn't know how he viewed her. While she sat a little more than halfway submerged in the warm bath, she couldn't stop her racing thoughts about her and Throk.

“What have I gotten myself into? Why do I feel this way about him, knowing that he probably just sees me as only his pet human and nothing else? I'm so stupid for having feelings for him! I don't know what to do.” (Y/n) asked herself very seriously, even though she didn't know the answers.

The anguish of her one-sided love felt as though it weighed her down, as though she was drowning in it, and no matter what she did she couldn't escape. (Y/n) never thought that she would ever fall in love with someone, and during that moment she desperately wished that she wasn't capable of having romantic and sexual feelings for her master. She figured that being close with another person who wasn't necessarily a relative always had the risk of romantic feelings being developed, yet she wished it hadn't happened to her. The sadness of Throk most likely not being in love with her felt like a punch to the chest and what started out as a nice relaxing bath quickly led to (Y/n) crying in sorrow, feeling betrayed by her own heart. She naturally assumed he could never love someone like her and that she would be single for the rest of her life, all hope seemed lost to her. However, in reality, Throk simply hadn't gotten up enough courage to ask the human woman if she wanted to be his significant other after he freed her from her previous status as a pet, all he had to do was plan everything right and gather everything he needed to make his confession perfect.

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Throk had thought about it very hard over the course of several months and he decided it was time for him to free (Y/n) from her role as a pet and depending on her, he would either begin courting the petite human woman or help her go to Earth if she wanted to return to her original homeworld. The thought of her leaving saddened him, although Throk realized that her feelings were more important than his own since she'd been a prisoner for a long time seeing as she'd been kidnapped when she was very young, and he loved her. After his discussion with Vhyx, Throk went on a trip to the mall where he found an elegant silver bracelet with a dark purple heart shaped gem; it was the perfect gift for her, and with that he bought it before he shopped for a few unrelated items. (Y/n) was in the bathroom when he returned which gave him the opportunity to hide the bracelet, then she came to see him while he put the groceries and other items away; thankfully she didn't ask any questions because he'd bought groceries and groceries didn't seem suspicious. (Y/n) thought it was a little strange how secretive Throk had been when he left, but he managed to find a package/box/bag of her favorite snack and she figured he must have wanted it to be a surprise.

She thanked her master for the nice surprise and he let her hug him, then after dinner she began enjoying what she assumed was the box/package of (F/s). That night Throk laid awake in bed for half the night, thinking about the next day when he would set (Y/n) free and hopefully confess his feelings for her; he was scared of her reaction if or when he asked her if he could court her, and if she wanted to go back to Earth then he would arrange a secret one way trip for her so no one in the empire would find out. He'd never had his heart broken before in his life nor did he expect to risk heartbreak, nevertheless it was a risk he was willing to take if he wanted to possibly have (Y/n) as his significant other. Throk tried not to let his imagination get too far when it came to thoughts about him and (Y/n) being a couple, but it was the only thing that helped him fall asleep. By the next morning he felt oddly refreshed after a night of dreaming about him and (Y/n) together, then when he made breakfast for them he remembered what he planned on doing that day.

After Throk and (Y/n) cleaned up the breakfast dishes together he went to go take a shower and groom himself, leaving the young woman to her own devices. (Y/n) thought Throk's sudden change of behavior seemed very odd, to say the least, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it; in a way he seemed more stiff and awkward than usual, but at the same time he seemed oddly friendlier than he normally was. She decided to read a new fic on her holopad as she waited for Throk to come out of the bathroom, unaware of what he was up to. In the meantime, Throk stood in the shower with the water nearly on full blast, deep in his thoughts as he thought about what he was going to say and how he would say it. Asking a person to be one's life mate was a huge deal and he didn't want to screw up his chance with (Y/n) if he got nervous and messed up, he needed to impress her with not only how well he could groom himself, but also with how good of a life partner he could be.

“You've got one chance at this.” The galran man muttered to himself as he stood beneath the water with his back turned toward the shower, grateful that he was currently alone.

Throk used his best smelling shampoo and conditioner while he showered and made sure to thoroughly wash every inch of his body, then after he turned the water off he dried himself off and promptly brushed his hair-tails. Instead of wearing his usual armor or just a bodysuit he decided to wear an old formal outfit that his father passed down to him long ago, one of which had been designed on Daibazaal, but sewn on a colony planet. Once he deemed himself attractive enough, Throk went to retrieve the bracelet from its hiding place in the bedroom closet prior to heading to the living room where (Y/n) already sat on the couch, causing him to swallow thickly as anxiousness sat heavy in the pit of his stomach. (Y/n) knew her master had been taking a shower, although when she saw him wearing an old-fashioned formal outfit while holding a small box in his right hand whilst looking slightly visibly nervous she knew something was going on. She thought he looked very handsome and even his facial features were relaxed instead of in a scowl, yet she was curious about why he was dressed the way he was.

“You look nice.” (Y/n) said when she got a better look at Throk, admiring how handsome he looked.

“Thank you. (Y/n), there's something very important I need to discuss with you, something that's been on my mind for a while now.” Throk responded, flattered that she thought he looked good; however, then wasn't the time to act too flattered, he needed to get down to business and he spoke as calmly as he could when he mentioned it.

“Okay.” (Y/n) replied suspiciously, marking the place she left off reading so she could pick it up later; she turned her holopad off and placed it between her and the arm of the couch, wondering what he wanted to talk to her about.

Throk waited for (Y/n) to be ready for their discussion, then he approached the couch and took a seat next to her. When he entered the living room he knew how he would begin, but the moment Throk sat down his throat felt tight and his mouth felt dry; for the first time in his life he truly felt terrified, and it was a feeling he didn't enjoy. As (Y/n) sat there she patiently waited for her master to regain his composure, noticing how scared he looked for some reason. She could practically feel his anxiousness and it made her feel anxious too, nonetheless she didn't know what he needed to speak to her about yet. Throk averted his gaze for a moment, pinning his ears back a little as he took a couple of deep breaths to help calm himself, then once he was ready he perked them up again and met (Y/n's) gaze. Her (E/c) eyes shown nothing but concern for him, and with that knowledge he didn't want to worry her any longer.

“(Y/n), there's been something I've been thinking about for a while now and I believe it's time for me to let you make a decision. From this day forward you will no longer be my pet, nor will you be a servant or a slave to me or anyone else; I'm setting you free, and I'll support you in whatever choice you make.” Throk spoke calmly, informing the human woman of his decision and that she was free to choose her own path in life; it hurt to think that she might actually want to leave, yet it was her choice and he had to accept that.

(Y/n) just stared up at Throk as he told her about his decision, her eyes widening as he formally granted her freedom from being a servant and a pet, hardly able to believe her ears; she'd been a servant for as long as she could remember, she never thought she would ever be set free or given the chance to choose her own path in life. She could tell he was being serious because for once he sat straight up instead of slouched over, his posture a bit stiff. While (Y/n) thought about her answer the silence between them was almost deafening, the unspoken tension between them almost too much to bear; the decision was hers to make and hers alone, and it would change their lives forever. As nice as returning to Earth sounded, she knew that she wouldn't fit in with other humans and she didn't exactly know how long she'd been gone, plus her family might not accept her back; on the other hand, she had fallen in love with Throk and it wasn't like he actually treated her like a slave or an object, and since she had the freedom to choose she decided to possibly stay with him, depending on his reaction. Throk gave (Y/n) as much time as she needed, patiently waiting for her final answer; if she wanted to stay with him, then he would ask her if he could court her.

“I never thought that I would ever be set free or have the chance to choose my own future. If it was anyone else they would jump at the chance to go home, but I've been gone for so long that I know that I won't fit in with other humans… Is it okay if I stay here with you? Not as a servant or a pet or anything- but maybe as a personal assistant?” (Y/n) answered with a neutral tone, still hardly able to believe that she'd been freed; it was a really big decision for her to make, but after she gave Throk her final answer she hesitantly requested to stay with him as long as it was alright with him.

“I would be honored for you to continue living here with me. With that out of the way, I have something else to ask you; ever since the day Zarkon gifted you to me I vowed to take care of you and make you comfortable in my home, as well as to be treated as more than a slave or a pet. As time has passed I've come to see you as an equal to me despite our differences, and I'll admit that I've grown quite attached to you in more ways than one. My heart yearns for yours and I realize that I've fallen in love with you; I can't say exactly when it happened because it snuck up on me, but I wish to be yours. Please, (Y/n), will you allow me to court you?” Throk accepted humbly before he went on with his confession; he wasn't a hopeless romantic, nevertheless he tried his best and right as he asked (Y/n) if she would let him court her, he carefully opened the box and presented his first courtship gift to her.

Once again, (Y/n) couldn't believe what was happening; first she'd been set free, then Throk wanted to court her, it was the best day ever in her opinion. Of course, she didn't want to seem too eager and looked down at her lap, taking a moment to consider it seriously. Throk didn't push the young woman to answer him right away, and sat there with his hands resting on his lap. (Y/n) was well aware what she would be getting herself into if she accepted the bracelet, and it was something she really wanted; galra mated for life and were fiercely loyal to their chosen life partner, and with her life being extended by quintessence from when she was younger she didn't have to worry about having a short lifespan like other humans, in fact she stopped aging by the time she reached her early to mid twenties. She was surprised that Throk wanted her to be his significant other considering that she wasn't even at least a little bit galra, she definitely knew he was a changed man due to her influence on him. (Y/n) had a couple of crushes on a few people over the years, but Throk was the first person she actually wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

“I've had a crush on you for a while now and I always assumed you didn't- couldn't have feelings for someone like me.” (Y/n) admitted with uncertainty, not yet looking up from her lap.

“And?” Throk inquired patiently.

“And I will; I want to be your romantic partner, I want you to court me. While I was growing up I always thought no one would want to be in a relationship with me, then I started having feelings for you and I thought that you wouldn't reciprocate, but now you have.” (Y/n) responded as she locked eyes with him; her heart was pounding like crazy and she felt happier than she ever had during her entire life, for the first time ever she had her freedom and she was in a relationship with Throk.

Throk perked his ears forward and let a short trill slip past his lips; he felt excited about courting (Y/n), and eventually they would be a mated couple. (Y/n) thanked her new boyfriend for the lovely gift and carefully took it out of its box so she could put it on, admiring how beautiful the bracelet looked on her. With them being in an interspecies relationship they would have to keep up their little act every time someone came out to inspect the base or when they visited central command, luckily they were alone most of the time. Throk put the lid back on the box and reached over so he could put the empty box on the coffee table, welcoming (Y/n) on his lap when she crawled over to him and sat on him. He gently hugged her against his body when she tightly wound her arms around his thin torso, leaning down to nuzzle the top of her head; since they were a couple he and (Y/n) could finally begin being affectionate with each other in a romantic manner without pretending they weren't interested in each other. (Y/n) was happy everything turned out well between her and Throk and so was he, they could finally be together.

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Before they became a couple Throk and (Y/n) already snuggled with each other while they slept together, although after becoming a couple their cuddling finally meant something. Since (Y/n) didn't want to accidentally lose her new bracelet in bed, she took it off for the night and stored it on her nightstand while they slept; she would wear it every day, though. During their first night together as a couple they slept in the spooning position, Throk curled around (Y/n) while his arms were loosely wrapped around her midsection. By morning (Y/n) was facing her new boyfriend instead of being spooned by him, and out of excitement she woke up before he did and turned the lights onto their dimmest setting; at first she thought his confession had been nothing but a dream, at least until she remembered it'd been real. Throk woke up after he felt (Y/n) moving around on the bed, curious as to what she could have been doing.

“Good morning, Dearest. Did you have a restful sleep?” Throk greeted (Y/n) with affection, sitting up a little.

“Good morning… Last night- did it all really happen? Are we-?” (Y/n) replied hesitantly when she crawled over to Throk, questioning whether or not the previous evening actually happened or not; it seemed to be too good to be true, and she still wondered if she'd been dreaming or not.

“Yes, the events of yesterday actually happened and yes, we are a couple now. Now that we're together, I can finally do this~” Throk answered with half-lidded eyes and a loving tone as he pulled the young woman closer to himself, leaning his face closer to hers.

(Y/n's) heart nearly stopped when his face inched closer to hers, thinking he was about to press his lips against hers in their first kiss; up until that point kissing hadn't even crossed her mind and usually galra didn't kiss, but for a split second she wondered if Throk somehow learned about kissing. To her partial dismay he only leaned down to nuzzle her which wasn't so bad, although she eventually wanted to have her first kiss with him. Throk gently rubbed the tip of his curved nose against (Y/n's), purring loudly while he let himself be lovey-dovey with her. (Y/n) still felt butterflies in her stomach from the affectionate gesture and she reciprocated, rubbing her nose against his. When Throk pulled away and fully opened them again, he peered down at the smiling face of his girlfriend.

“I still can't believe this- us- are really a thing now. I- I love you, Noodle.” (Y/n) whispered almost in disbelief; she felt shy all of a sudden, but she couldn't stop herself from blurting out that she loved him.

“I love you very much as well, but I am not a ‘noodle’.” Throk reciprocated; however, he wasn't sure how he felt about being called a noodle, but he decided to let it slide, although he still spoke with a flat tone.

“I know, but I think it's cute.” (Y/n) said cutely, widening her eyes a bit and pouting a little to make herself appear even cuter.

“Then by all means, you can keep calling me that.” Throk concluded, he couldn't deny (Y/n) the pleasure of giving him what she thought was an adorable nickname, even though he thought it was a strange one.

Being in a romantic relationship was a new experience for both him and (Y/n), and they hadn't even been together for a full day yet; every so often they would have to compromise on certain things, which apparently included couples’ nicknames. Since they had the base all to themselves (Y/n) and Throk could spend all the time in bed together as they wanted, as long as he completed his daily duties before bedtime. (Y/n) knew the basics of what people did in relationships thanks to the fics she'd read, but actually being in one with an actual living person would be a big adjustment. Throk leaned forward again, only instead of nuzzling (Y/n) he buried his face against the left side of her neck, breathing in her scent. Eventually they had to get out of bed so they could prepare and eat breakfast together, the only difference was that they were a couple instead of a commander and his pet.