General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

From sad to happy

Requested from: Shard-The-Dragon

General Grievous sat in his quarters on the 'Invisible Hand', thinking. He got a new job from Count Dooku. He had to transport some slaves from Tatooine to Dooku's home planet. He never liked jobs like this, it reminded him of the situation that once was on his own planet. It made him want to throw up, but he couldn't.

"Sir?", the deep voice of a Magna-Droid, that spoke with him through the door, interrupted his thinking. "What!", the cyborg hissed, coughing harshly. "We arrived Tatooine! We are ready to transport the slaves!" Grievous sighed and stood up. He opened the door and commanded the droid to follow him. The entrance of the ship opened and Grievous came to sight with the desert-planet before him. There were several hutts, all with slaves on their grips. The cyborg nodded, even though he wishes he wouldn't have to and commanded his Magna-guards to get them on the ships.

The hutts didn't wait for long and disappeared. Sometimes, the former warrior wondered how fast these things could be if they wanted to. Suddenly, he heard a noise. Someone was crying. He followed the noise to find its quell, and he soon found it. It was a young woman with long/short h/c, dull s/c skin. She was crouched down into a ball, her hands were pressed to her eyes. Grievous has seen many slaves, but he never saw a slave in this bad condition. Her body was covered in cuts and shot wounds, her arms were swollen, he could see that through the dirty, little dress she was wearing. She looked like she had to go through a harsh beating.

Grievous coughed to get her attention. She gasped and looked up, her e/c eyes, what looked dull and lifeless, practically glowing with fear. Slowly, she started to crawl back, shaking violently. "Stand up, slave.", the cyborg growled. The girl obeyed, not wanting to be beaten again. She stood there on shaking, thin legs. She looked like she was going to collapse in a few seconds. He had no idea why he was doing what he was going to do, but he let it happen anyway. "Come with me.", the girl nodded, making slow steps towards him, but she couldn't stand for long. With a loud 'thud' she laid on the floor. Only now Grievous noticed a giant wound on her feet.

"Ouch, that must hurt.", he thought to himself as he examed it. He shook his head and walked over to the girl. He picked her up with one swift and elegant movement and carried her to the ship. "What is your name?", the cyborg asked. "M-My n-a-name is Y/N.", she rasped in a rough voice. Her throat sounded like it hadn't seen water in days. Before Grievous entered the 'Invisible Hand, he turned to one of his Magna-guards. "Bring a glass of water to my quarters!" The droid nodded and turned. Meanwhile, the former warrior walked to his quarters and sat the girl down on his bed (just pretend he has one) Second later the Magna-guard entered with the glass water, gave it to the girl, turned and left.

She drank it out in one large 'gulp' and sighed in relief. "What were you doing in the middle of nowhere.", Grievous asked the girl. "I r-ran away from my m-master after he raped m-me. I-I couldn't stand it anymore!", she shuddered, looking down in shame. Grievous coughed out a gasp. Her master raped her. Sure, hutts weren't very nice to that slaves, but rapping them, that was something new.

"What am I going to do.", he suddenly heard the girl sob. "He will be searching for me, and if he finds me, he's going to..." "He will not do anything! Trust me!", Grievous suddenly interrupted her. He sat next to her, looking her dead in the eye. "You will come with me. I will train you to a fighter. If you prove to be of use, I am pretty sure count Dooku will give you a job as a fighter or even a General." Y/n's sad face turned into a happy one. She jumped forward, hugging the droid-general. "Thank you!", she whispered. "Grievous' metal-body tensed for a moment before hugging back. "You are welcome, my dear Y/N"