General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

Little (f/a)

Requested by: Shard the Dragon

You, Y/N L/N were a bounty hunter, but not just any. You were one of the best the galaxy could muster. You were strong. fast, successful and. on top of all, beautiful. Your long/short f/c hair matches perfectly with your fiery e/c eyes, that seemed to glow under the mask that you are wearing. It had the shape of an (f/a(favourite animal)) and covered half of your face, exposing only a bit of s/c skin and full lips.

One day, Count Dooku contacted you. You have just finished your last, well-paid job as your holoprojector started to glow. 'Damn, who's that now?', you thought and activated your trusted electronic device. "Miss L/N?", asked a strong, proud voice of an old man. You had to hold back a gasp when you recognized him. It was Count Dooku. He looked at you with a proud, ignorant expression.

"Yes, Count Dooku? What can I do for you?", you asked, having no problem to keep your voice steady, you had years of practice in it. "I would like to hire you for a complicated breakout. Someone who is for great importance for our army and the whole separatists." That has caught your interest. "Who was captured, and where is he or she? It depends on who it is that I am freeing, not that I am granting freedom to one of my greatest enemies."

Dooku raised an eyebrow, surely impressed by your bravery. "Very well.", he started. "It is General Grievous. He was captured during a very important mission that had gone wrong. Of course, you will be paid. Let's say..."

"Don't.", you interrupted him abruptly. "I'll see how much trouble this mission will cause me, then we can talk about the price." Dooku seemed displeased with your statement, but otherwise, he needed the best bounty hunter, and that was you. "Very well.", he sighed and you grinned in triumph. "I will give you the coordinates."

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Your ship arrived shortly after to the place where Grievous was held. It didn't take long for you to break in. You got yourself inside like a prisoner, and as soon the most guards were out of sight, you struck the one who leads you with your (f/w (favorite weapon)). Grimacing, you whipped the blood from your face and mask, giving an annoyed sigh. You just cleaned yourself before you got here.

"Alright, I'm in.", you muttered. "Let's get started. Which sector was the General in again?" It took some time to find it, and some strange creatures were telling you to let them free. 'Gross. I'm glad when I'm out of here, I hate this place.', you thought, looking through another cell. There you saw him, crouched down in a corner, covered in blood. He looked weak, beaten and tired, at least his gesture looked like it.

You raised a hand and knocked on this special glass, that could even stand Grievous claws. The head of the cyborg shot up and his reptilian eyes met yours. The weak and beaten look disappeared instantly and he came up to where you are standing. "What do you want, scum!", he growled in his rich, metallic voice, coughing afterward. You smirked and replied with a 

mocking tone. "Same as you, freedom. But unless me, you are gonna get it."

The cyborg gave you a strange look before his eyes narrowed. "Who are you, little (f/a)!" You almost laughed at the nickname he gave you. "Names are unimportant, but I like the nickname. Call me that instead. Wait for a second, I'm gonna hack the system." You removed your butt away from his cell, feeling his eyes still on you.

You soon came into a control room, where an old man was seated into an old chair, sitting in front of a giant monitor. "Did you bring the new one into the cell?", he asked in a strong, ignorant voice. You smirked and came closer, holding a strong grip onto your weapon. "No.", you whispered in a dangerously low tune. "No, he hasn't." Before the man could react, you attacked, leaving no chance for him to survive.

You looked over the cell numbers, soon finding Grievous'cell. Without hesitation, you opened it, letting the dangerous, man-killing cyborg free.

Grievous growled and coughed silently in relief, stepping out of the cell. His head shot in your direction as he heard your little footsteps as you entered the hallway. You grinned at him, showing your teeth, causing him to narrow his eyes. "Hello, General.", you said. "Little Wolf.", he greeted back. You mentioned your head for him to follow. "Come on, I got a ship outside. I know a secret way outta here." You were in here before, that was where you once freed a man, whom you killed some hours after because he tried to murder you for whatever reason.

You shook your head and ran towards an empty hallway, killing some guards soundlessly. After some time you noticed that the cyborg was falling behind, his head hung low and his breathing got worse and he started hacking. "Uhm... Are you okay?", you asked, only to scold yourself, you are only here to free him, not to care about his medical condition, even though you can't deny you are, at least a little bit, worried about him.

The cyborg straightened himself and shook his metallic head to clear his head before he snarled "Of course I am all right. Why would you think otherwise?" You shook your head and muttered, nevermind before continuing to walk through the hallways. Soon, you came into an old room. You shoved the monitor out of the way and exposed a hole, that was just large enough for Grievous to walk through.

"Come on!", you urged him. The cyborg growled, his pride was damaged enough, he didn't need someone to urge him now. Some minutes later, you noticed that the cyborg was falling behind again. "Are you sure that you are okay?", you asked, turning to him. His reptilian eyes gave a soft glow that could be seen in the dark. "I already said I am perfectly fine!", he snarled. You rolled your eyes, ask yourself again why you even cared. You waited until the cyborg caught up with you, and went on.

Fifteen minutes later, you were out of the hole, in freedom. Grievous let out a roar of victory, followed by a cough. He was finally free, damaged and not feeling well, but free, and that counts. You grinned when you looked at him, but frowned when he starts coughing again. He clenched his chest, his claws drawing marks on the metal. Only now you noticed that his chest plate was full of claw marks and scratches.

He wasn't okay, he was everything but okay. You grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the ship and forced him to sit down. "What are you doing?", he snarled. "Finishing my job, if you want to know.", you snarled back.

The cyborg growled, but let you handle him. You opened his chest plate and ran your fingers over his gut-sack. The first thing that caught your eye was his lungs, who were almost shining red, were pulsing and swollen, visibly filled with blood. His heart was beating in irregular beats and his left organs cramped constantly. "What in the name of the universe happened to you?! You look like a piece of a crashed ship!"

Grievous growled and looked at you. "Nothing that concerns you, little (f/a). Let's just say those clones don't really know how to handle poisonous sand." "Oh...", was all you said. You already had an idea which sand they were using. "I think I know what they were doing. I once was on a planet for a mission and I came in contact with Nairescan, a poisonous sand-type, used for special bombs. I really need to get this sand out of you. You ready?" The cyborg narrowed his eyes as you came closer to his gut-sack, but to his surprise he didn't feel like he was in danger, no, it was quite the opposite actually. Your warm hands with soft scars were running smoothly over his wet gut-sack and massaged it. It felt incredible.

He leaned back and enjoyed your touch. "It's a good thing that I got you outta here. It wouldn't have been long and you would have suffered a terrible death. Well, I'm gonna contact Dooku now that you are out, but I'm gonna hold you here for a weak to get the sand out of you." "Little (f/a).", the cyborg growled before you left the room.

"Yeah?", you asked, turning your attention to him. "What is your real name?" You smiled. "My name is Y/N, Y/N L/N." The cyborg made a soft sound, that almost sounded like a chuckle. "Thank you, Y/N" You smiled when you released how good your name sounded when it came from him. "Nothing to thank for Grievous." Then, you left the room.