General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

Wrong one (Part 1)

Requested by Nat-The-Black-Cat

Grievous sighed as he entered his private quarters, sitting down onto his bed. His troops failed, again. They were so close to victory this time, the cyborg even cornered Obi-Wan and it would have taken only one strike to finish him, but of course, that mysterious girl, that was bothering him for months now, had to appear, slice his droids in two pieces and ruined his whole plan.

She even tried to attack him, a foolish attempt, but she tried anyway. He managed to fight her off, but she did some damage with a straight blow onto his head. His cold metal hand grabbed his forehead and laid the cooling metal onto his bleeding wound. She had caught him by surprise, jumping from a nearby rock, raming a weapon deeply into his forehead. If it wouldn't have been for his quick reflexes of pulling her away, she would have impaled his already damaged brain enough to kill him.

Shortly after her attack, the Jedi forces got to their feed and almost destroyed his whole army. Blinded by pain and dizziness, thanks to that brats blow, the cyborg had to flee, and now he sat there. His forehead hadn't stopped bleeding and the foreign coldness of the air caused him to constantly hiss in pain. He had to go to the repair-station later to fix his metal body. Oh how he hated those rooms, they remind him of what he has become.

An hour resting passed and Grievous felt good enough to leave and let repair himself. The onliest thing that hasn't been was his mask. He had to wear the old one until the wound healed. He grunted and coughed in discomfort as he entered the control room, stepping next to a droid who had, for the cyborgs utter surprise, a message for him. "We have caught an intruder that came on the ship while you had yourself repaired." The General growled deeply in what was left of his throat, causing to cough (He'll never learn that he shouldn't do that) and grabbed the droid by its chest plate, digging his claws in. "Where is he!", he hissed, shaking the poor thing from side to side.

Grievous was always like that when he had to repair his armor, feeling like he lost a part of himself again. "S-She is at- at the- p-prison-s.", it stuttered, trying to break free from its General grasp. The cyborg let out a coughed growl and stormed out of the room, ignoring the gender of the intruder.

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Y/N snarled and wiped the blood off her face with her sweater. Damn this stupid droid. If it wouldn't be for them, she would already have had her revenge on this cyborg who killed her mother. Tears threatened to flow out her e/c eyes as she remembered the dead body of her mother, how the clone said she died between a fight between his master, General Kenobi, how it was the droid General who killed her. On that day, she swore to kill that blasted cyborg herself, getting herself a weapon, the lightsaber of her dead aunt, who was a Jedi.

Some hours ago, she managed to get him by surprise, ramming a blade she had gotten from a friend into his head, but he threw you off before you could do more damage than you needed to kill him. So she tried it again by sneaking into his base and killing him in the control room or his quarters if he even had one, but she forgot about one certain thing, there were guards. (Ach neeeeee! XD)

"So much of rational thinking on your side, well done, you idiot!", she scolded herself in her thoughts and wanted to bang her head into the wall. She sighed and leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, deciding to rest a little bit. It didn't take long for the young woman to fall asleep.

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To say Grievous was surprised when he saw who the girl was, was an understatement. He stood there, completely dumbfounded and starred with his golden reptilian eyes at her sleeping form. She had long/short h/c hair, a wonderful s/c and her small/tall/middle frame was curled up into a ball. He shook himself out of his thoughts and hit the bars. The metal colliding on metal sound caused the girl to wake up with an ear-piercing scream.

She shot up, her shining e/c eyes locking with his. It didn't even take a second before the confusion and fear that shone in her beautiful orb turned into a heated glare. If looks could kill, he would already be dead. Grievous growled and bowed so that he was on eyesight with her. "Welcome to the "Invisible Hand".", he hissed.

( I'm so sorry that I heaven't updated for so long. I had some problems, but they are taken care of now. If you had any request that I heaven't done yet, please tell me in the comments. I have lost my list. I hope you can forgive me.)