General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

Wrong one (Part 3)

Minutes passed, and the metallic being in front of her didn't calm down. He was still shaking, his head was hidden in her balms and she was slowly stroking his eyelids. The only thing that was different was that she wasn't in her cell anymore. Y/N was sitting in front of the metallic bars, the cyborg curled up around her.

Guilt welled up in the young human when she looked at the broken creature, knowing she wanted to kill him the whole time. Your thoughts wandered to your mother always telling you about her friend. She never mentioned his name, wanting to surprise her daughter, but now she knew who it was.
After some time, Grievous had finally enough strength to look you in the eye. The gold of his iris was dull, the red veins standing out like a lightsaber in the dark. "Better?", the young girl asked, a soft smile on her lips. The cyborg nodded clearly calmer now. He slowly got on all fours and stood up, trying not to startle you. "Thank you, Y/N!", he rasped. The h/c haired had problems to listen to him, she could bearly understand him at all. His voice far rougher than usual, caused by all his crying.

The younger one rose with him, her hand resting on his metallic stomach. "How long have you known my mother.", she asked after a moment of silence. Grievous looked at her again, pressing his body slightly against her, still seeking comfort. "For at least...thirty years. She...She has found me after I had an accident. I was shot...by a clone. She saved me, patched me up the best she could, making me able to fight again." The quivering started again. Y/N reacted immediately, bringing his head down to her eye level and started stroking his scarred lids again.

The cyborg took a deep breath, pressing into her touch again. "My mother...always talked about a friend, never mentioned his thought. She....She wanted to surprise me, wanted him to introduce himself to me, but that never came. The day this friend should have come...was the day she died. But now I know who she meant, she meant you."

She smiled at him, pressing her forehead to his, reaching with her hand underneath his chest-plate. His gut-sack was feeling soft and slick underneath her fingertips but she didn't mind. Grievous let out a shuddered sigh, relaxing immediately. "Thank you.", he said again. Y/N smiled at the huge cyborg planting a kiss onto his head. He made a purring sound at that. "No need to thank me, Grievous."

(I know it's short, but I hope you still liked it. If not, I will overwork it.)