General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

Waited long enough

Your steps were unheard as you walked through the corridors of the Invisible Hand, your tightly within your grip. Your face was covered by your black hood, your black wings pressed tightly against you hooded back. Why you were here? Well, that was pretty easy to answer...you were here for the dead.

You were the one and only grim reaper, the creature of legends and collector of souls, and your servants, the spirits who were foolish enough to enter your realm, have informed you of someone who died in this very ship...and that is the reason why you were wandering through the halls, following the cry of the poor soul which life has ended.

You came to the control room, your fingertips tracing the scythe, and walked to the dead body on the floor. It was another Jedi...

You sighed and kneeled down, bringing the tip of your legendary weapon the poor soul's chest. A burning hole gave you once again sight into the body of the victim, showing you its heart. Slowly, the body began to glow, you're the soul erupted as a blue little ball and flew towards you. You grabbed it with your hand, pressing it to your chest, assuring the little thing that it was safe now, that it didn't have to be afraid of being lost. You pulled it towards your back attached to your side, gently pressing it into the space of an endless void where you horded all souls until you decided where to send them.

Just when as you stood up and wanted to turn to leave, you heard a strange sound of something activating an a deep, raspy and slightly abused sounded voice hissed "Who are you...and what are you doing here!", causing you to turn your hooded head in surprise. There, in the entrance of the room, stood the murderer of your victims, the bringer of your souls.... the reason why you worked so much recently, pointing his lightsaber straight at your winged back, having a strange look on his face. You looked around, trying to figure out who he was pointing it, but to your surprise...you saw absolutely no one in the room. "Yes!", he roared, causing him to cough slightly. "I am speaking to you, hooded stranger! Who are you? And how were you able to come in without any security detecting you?!"

You stood up, completely unfaced by his dominant behavior. You were Death itself after all, so he could not harm you, your e/c eyes glowing brightly. "You can see me?", you asked, your emotionless voice raspy since you haven't used it for quite some time. The cyborg, who caused you a lot of work recently, growled, slightly surprised by your brave and reckless behavior. "Of course, I can see, you, fool! Why should I not?"

Those words only caused your surprise to grow and the grip on your scythe softened. He...He...this cyborg wasn't supposed to see you, it was impossible, you were invisible to all living beings except the broken souls. Was the former Kaleesh one of those? Was his soul really that broken that he could see you?

"Who are you?!", he repeated, taking a step closer to you. You felt his lightsaber warm your normally ice-cold body as it got closer to your hooded head. "I am the one who seeks the souls of other. I am the end of life."

The cyborg growled, confused by your speech. "What are you implying?"

"I am Death." Those words are greeted with silence, those golden reptilian eyes widened in surprise and disbelieve. The male chuckled lowly, which slowly transformed into a cold-hearted laugh, which caused him to cough roughly for several times, thinking of them as a joke.

You bit your lip, pressing your black wings close to your hooded back, trying not to be angered by this mortal. You had tasks to carry out, souls to collect and to some book writing to do. As he had somewhat calmed down, he looked at you again, eyes narrowed to an invisible smirk.

"You think you can fool me, you little stranger?", he hissed at you, venom latterly dripping of his voice, stepping forward again, trying to look threating. You invisibly rose eyebrow at his words, making it quite clear that you are not amused. "No, I do not.", you hissed, anger slowly getting the better out of you, your wings unfolding, the scythe tightly within your fingers. "I could prove the fact here and now, if you desire of course."