(Y/n) had been living with Sniv for nearly a year and a few house rules were changed within that time; Sniv now allowed her to go out short distances without him if he needed her to either bring him something or if he needed her to run unimportant errands, although there were restrictions of where she could go. She always did her best each time she went out on her own even though it didn't happen very often, but Sniv was always proud of her for doing such a good job. With the empire's crest on the back of her robe and collar everyone knew better than to lay a hand on her because if they did Zarkon would deal with them himself; the galran emperor had a law where pets were protected under all circumstances unless they were suspected of treason or not wearing their robe and collar. Life with Sniv was a lot more interesting than (Y/n) would have thought back when she first trusted him, not only was he a great cook and adventurous but he also knew how to make her feel special.

One afternoon while (Y/n) was getting a snack in the small kitchen she spotted something on the counter that shouldn't have been there, Sniv's lunchbox; he must have forgotten it since he was in a rush when he left for the day. She used her step-stool in order to reach the lunchbox on the counter, wishing that the counter was easily reachable. (Y/n) stepped off of the step-stool once she had the lunchbox and walked to the living room, sending a quick message to her master saying that she was bringing him his lunch right before she began her journey. With her shoes on her feet and Sniv's lunchbox in her hands the young woman exited his habsuite, making sure to avoid accidentally colliding with anyone. When she turned the first corner on the way to the control center she crossed paths with Gnov; the galran woman wasn't the worst person to run into so to speak, although she usually acted uptight.

"I see that Sniv left his lunch behind." Gnov commented when she saw (Y/n) carrying the lunchbox, walking slower than before.

"Yeah, but I've got it covered." (Y/n) replied hastily as she stopped for a few seconds, promptly continuing her journey to the control room.

Gnov couldn't help but smile ever so slightly; seeing a pet so dedicated to their master brought a little joy to her otherwise boring life. She watched (Y/n) walk away before she decided to continue her way to her temporary habsuite, her mind turning to other things. As (Y/n) strolled through the long corridors she hummed a song in her mind, happy about having the freedom to finally walk on her own. However, little did she know was that a certain older warlord was following her from a distance; Ranveig desired to have (Y/n) for himself since she was a female in her reproductive years, a rarity within the main hub. Once the human woman was in a particular empty hallway he decided to make his move, growling menacingly as he approached the young woman which made (Y/n) stop and turn to face him, a look of pure terror on her face.

"What’s a cute little female like you doing out here all on your own?" Ranveig questioned as he swaggered towards (Y/n), a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Sniv left his lunch in the kitchen and I'm bringing it to him. I- if you don't mind, I- I'd like to get going now." (Y/n) answered, stammering as she spoke while trying to get away from him.

"I'm sure he can wait, I just want to get to know you better. Come on, my temporary habsuite is nearby." Ranveig flirted as though he was being sexy; many women within the galra empire threw themselves at his feet because of how powerful he was, so he was used to getting what he wanted.

(Y/n's) eyes widened when she thought about what he said, already knowing the huge male's evil intentions. She tried to dodge Ranveig but each time she moved from one side of the hallway to the other he blocked her path; the last thing she wanted was to be raped by someone who could literally split her in half with his dick. Ranveig growled with excitement, enjoying how feisty he thought (Y/n) was being since he loved the chase more than anything. The scent of the young woman's pheromones told him that she was scared, although he could care less if she feared him or not because he just wanted to mate with her. (Y/n) soon found a way to escape from the warlord, unfortunately he began chasing her and she thought that he would capture her.

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It was almost time for Sniv's lunch break and he could barely wait to eat the food he packed, which was a Tameks veal sandwich, a few cookies and some chopped mixed fruit. He was completely bored with his daily tasks and wished he could live his life as he wanted, maybe even live in a nice galra colony on a planet. However, when Sniv saw that his lunchbox was nowhere to be seen he started to panic and if it wasn't for (Y/n's) message he would have thought someone stole his lunch. He waited for what felt like forever after he received her message which made him worry; where was she and what was keeping her so long? The longer Sniv waited the more worried he felt, he knew that he needed to go look for her in case something was wrong.

"Throk, hold down the fort; I'm going to go look for my pet." Sniv said hastily as he stood up and walked out of the room, getting the feeling that something was wrong.

Throk didn't quite hear what Sniv said, all he could do was watch the younger commander quickly leave the control room. Sniv rushed through the halls in search of (Y/n), using the route that led to his habsuite; she obviously knew where she was going which meant something was definitely wrong. He passed sentries, foot soldiers and even Haggar but he didn't stop for anything or anyone as he ran through the long corridors. Eventually Sniv caught the aroused scent of Ranveig and the fearful pheromones of (Y/n), increasing his speed because he knew that his pet was in danger. Once the younger commander had Ranveig in his sight he practically saw red; (no one) was allowed to harm (Y/n).

"Step away from my pet right now." Sniv growled deeply, stalking towards the older male who turned to look at him.

"I'm of a higher rank than you are, I deserve to have her." Ranveig boasted, puffing his chest out as he bore his sharp teeth.

"Get out of here, (Y/n)! Run!" Sniv yelled to his pet, wanting her to go somewhere safe while he protected her.

(Y/n) took the opportunity to run as fast as she could back to Sniv's habsuite, knowing she'd be safest there. She heard the telltale sounds of the two males fighting, growls and snarls echoing throughout the hallways; tears streamed down her face because she was scared that Sniv was going to get killed. (Y/n's) heart was pounding as she ran and she was nearly out of breath once she made it to her destination, not resting until she was safe in Sniv's bed while hiding under the covers. On her way in she put the lunchbox on the coffee table, knowing it would be safe there while she hid; (Y/n) didn't know how much time passed but when she heard Sniv enter his quarters she slowly came out from her hiding place. Sniv managed to win the fight against Ranveig, although he now had a cut across the back of his head that he decided to take care of in the bathroom.

"Are… Are you going to be okay?" (Y/n) hesitantly asked Sniv as she stood in the bathroom doorway, watching him open the first aid kit with shaky hands.

"It's not my first fight and I doubt it'll be my last. How about you come help me, gorgeous? I can't exactly see the back of my head." Sniv answered, his frown turning into a sexy grin when he asked (Y/n) to help him; honestly, he just wanted an excuse for her to touch him.

"Yeah, s- sure." (Y/n) stuttered, a light blush dusting her cheeks as she walked over to the injured male.

Sniv sat cross-legged on the floor facing away from her, ready for the slight sting of the disinfectant; he was thankful that he taught his pet which tube was the disinfectant. After (Y/n) disinfected and dressed his wound Sniv would contact Zarkon and tell him what Ranveig almost did, knowing the warlord would be dealt with accordingly. (Y/n) carefully poured some of the disinfectant on a clean rag and began gently wiping the cut, apologizing many times when she heard Sniv hiss in pain, knowing how using disinfectant could cause a stinging sensation. She kept her hands as steady as possible since she didn't want her master to hurt more than he already did; despite being in pain he still managed to flirt with her a little. Once the wound was dressed Sniv put his first aid kit away before he led (Y/n) to the living room where they could eat lunch together, also making sure she was going to be alright after what happened earlier.