General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

You are no scum

General Grievous X Jedi! Reader

You groan when you woke up. You tried to move your arms, but you couldn't. You eyes shot up, you were bound on an old metal chair, you hands were in these cuffs where you couldn't use your force. How did you get here? You tried to free yourself from your vessels, but failed. 'Calm down, Y/N. Remember, you are a Jedi, you should stay calm.', you thought to yourself. That was easier said than done.

Suddely your heard metal collide with metal, tap tap tap tap, it sounded like footsteps. You knew who it was. It was your arch-enemy, you greatest reval in lightsaber fighting, General Grievous. The door of the room slipped open and the large frame of the cyborg came into view. "Well, well, well, looks like you are awake.", he laughed, followed by a cough. "How did you get me here?", you growled and tried your best to hold back your anger. "You don't remember?", he asked you. You gave him a questioning look. "So you really don't.", he laughed loudly before coughing again. "It seems like I hit you to hard over the head."

Suddenly, your memory came back. You remembered the mission from the council, you remembered your fight with Grievous and you certainly remembered the blow over your head. "Bastard.", you growled under your breath. "Now, don't get sassy with me, Jedi scum.", he chuckled and strocked your hair slowly. You moved your head away in disgust. "I'm no scum! The onliest scum in this room is you!", you shouted directly in his mask. Grievous amusmend turned into anger. The last thing you saw was his clawed hand, then you felt a huge pain, then nothing but darkness.

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Grievous stood there for a second and looked at your now bleeding frame. Growling, he turned around, leaving the room. But there was an unfamiliar burning in his chest. Your words hurt a lot more than they were meant to. "Get yourself together, Grievous!", he roared to himself. "She is just another jedi scum, as soon as you have the information you want, you'll kill her!" His words convinced himself at least a little bit, but the burning in his chest was still there. Groaning in frustration, he decided to return to your cell, waiting there until you wake up.

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A pained groan sounded from your throat as you opened your eyes again. "Owww!", you whined, trying to lift your arms, but as you couldn't do it, your memory came back once again. "Great...", you muttered. "First, I failed the mission and now I'm trapped by my arch enemy who knocked me out twice."

You looked around your cell, noticing nothing has changed, until you spotted someone all too familiar on a metal chair. Grievous was looking directly at you, his golden orbs seemed tired. "What do you want?!", you hissed, your voice slightly weak from unconsciouness. The cyborg glared at you. "I've told you once, do not get sassy with me, this won't end well for you, jedi scum.", he hissed back, causing him to cough. After he caught himself, he continued his speech. "You have informations from the repuplic that we need, my dear. Tell me everything you know, then, mabey, I'll set you free." You laughed coldly at his words, making him growl.

After your laughing died down, you spoke. "You won't let me free if I tell you informations. I'm your greatest rival. As soon you have everything you want, you'll kill me and add my lightsaber into your collection." Grievous chuckled darkly at this, causing him to cough. You noticed how much worse it had gotten. He was now scratching his chestplate with his claws until he caught himself. Shaking his head, he looked at you and said. "I will get these information, even if I have to torture you."

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He did as he said. Two month of painfull torture have passed, and you still shut your mouth. Grievous would often get frustrated and scraching the wall beside him, leaving deep marks. You weren't tortured by the cyborg himself, you were tortured by his Magnaguards. If he would have done it himself, you would propably be dead by now.

But one fateful day, he did it by himself. Hours of electroshocking, beating and choking passed, but you still stayed strong. As Grievous decided to stop, you were bleeding and panting heavily. "You really are a stubborn one, Jedi scum.", he growled. You laughed slightly in sarcasm, before you coughed up blood.

"I will send a medidroid to heal you, I will come back tomorrow." With that, he walked off. As the door closed, you let your tears fall. You had the feeling that the others have forgotten about you, they probably thought you were dead, you were here for two months after all without any hope of rescue. Silent sobs left your throat as you cried your heart out.

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The burn in Grievous' chest returned as he heard your sobs through the door. Growling, he leaned into the wall and closed his eyes. He was thinking. What was that feeling. The truth hit him like a brick, it was guilt. He felt guilty. He felt guilty for a jedi scum. How? She was worthless, he just held her alive for information.

She's diffrent, a voice in his head whispered. Over the two month, he began to enjoy your company, your voice. Seeing you suffer filled his whole organs he had left into a burning sensation. You always said that you have no informations, he never believed you and ordered his Magnaguards to continue to torture you. Now he regretted it.

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It had been days since you last saw the cyborg, and, to be honest, you kinda missed him. Sure, he was a brute, a heartless killer, but as you saw him cough at the beginning, you noticed in how much pain he was.

Suddenly, the heavy doors opened and the cyborg himself got into the room. You expected a hit, or a snarl or eve a electroshock, but not to be released. "What...", Grievous raised a hand to shut you. "You are free. Now leave, before I change my mind." You were to surprise to move one centemeter, Grievous, who took notice of that, grew impatent and pushed out to the door. "I told you to lea...", he interrupted by a heavy coughing fit. He broke down, scratching the floor underneath him with his claws and his eyes grew watery.

You rushed over to him, kneeling down and bringing his head to your lap. Waisting no timw, you opened Grievous' chestplate and came to view with the very few organs he had left. Your eyes cought his lungs, if you can even call that. They were deformed and heavily bunred. You may be not the best in healing with the force, but you had to try. The cyborg's couughing became worse and you cold see that his need for air grew with every second. You closed your eyes and laid your hands the spots were his lungs were. After a minute, you could hear that his coughing was dying down and after three, it was over. You removed your hands and starred at his now completely healed lungs, bevore closing his chestplate.

Grievous opened his eyes, which he had closed unconsciously, his head still in your lap, and starred at you. "It's over.", you whispered in a soft voice.

"I was wrong.", the cyborg suddenly said. "How so?", you asked, locking your e/c eyes with his golden orbs. Suddenly, he brought you down to him and laid his head onto your chest. "You are no scum." With these words, he fell asleep with strocking his eyelids, exhausted from the minutes before.