General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

You're alive... (Part 1)

"Master Sheelal!", a voice sounded behind you, and you turned towards the clone that stood there, looking at him through the slits of your battle mask. "Nothing suspicious around here. The separatist seemed to have moved on." You growled and bared your fangs, annoyed by this message.

Again, they have slipped through your fingers. You sighed and rubbed your forehead, trying not to scratch you with your claws. "Very well.", you said in an annoyed voice. "Then let's move before it gets dark."

The clone nodded and you turned your attention to the canyon you were in, looking. The land was dry, there was absolutely no water in sight, and at the end of the godforsaken crack within this dry planet was a dessert.

You and the others had no idea what the separatists want with it. Probably to build a base or something. You sighed and started to walk, knowing that the clones have their orders. You needed time alone to think.

Minutes passed, and the heat slowly forced the sweat out of your red skin. You hated it, you really did. Looking around, you tried to find a shelter for you to hide from the sun so that you would not be drained off your strength should you meet one of those separatist decide that they wanted to attack you.

Finally, you found a cave underneath a rock.

You speed walked towards it and pressed your body against the wall sighing when the cool air hit your skin. You closed your e/c eyes, relaxing back, falling into a state between sleep and wake.

Hours passed, you were now fully resting, memories of better times running through your head. Times as you held your little brother, Qymaen, in your arms after your mother gave birth to him...as you sang lullabies when he had trouble sleeping...as you taught him how to use a sword...as you hugged him when he gave you the necklace that you wore since then...

Suddenly, you heard steps approach your form. You ripped your reptilian eyes open. Automatically, you jumped to your feed and activated your lightsaber, you ears twitching.

"Well, well, well...", a rough, robotic voice suddenly echoed through the cold cave. Your eyes widened, you turned your head. "Grievous!", you hissed and adjusted your mask so it wouldn't bother you when you fight.

"If it isn't the masked Jedi...", he hissed and walked out of the darkness, circling your smaller form. "What are you doing here?! Have you lost your pathetic clones?"

His voice couldn't be more mocking. A deep growl sounded from your throat and your aura went darker. "No, I was merely relaxing...until you decided to bother me!", you hissed, hatred burning in your eyes.

With one swift movement, you attacked, tackling him to the ground with the force. Grievous grunted, kicking your chest and sending you against the wall.

A coughed, shaking your head, whining at the pain in your back, back stood up faster than the male could see. You jumped onto him...but suddenly, the cyborg grabbed your neck and pushed you against the spot you landed on.

He laughed and squeezed tighter, almost breaking your neck. He was about to finish you off when suddenly, something caught his eye. His free claws reached out and angled the necklace out of your armor.

He absorbed it...and the pressure on your hand disappeared. You opened your eyes you haven't realized you closed when it did, anger written across your face. "D-Don't you dare!", you hissed, your fangs bared behind your mask.

But he didn't seem to hear you. His golden reptilian eyes stared at the writing, mirroring shock, disbelieve, and...sadness?

His breath hitched, and he slowly locked eyes with you. Then, suddenly, his name left your lips.

"Y/N"

You froze, feeling everything inside of you stop.

You never, never, ever told someone your name, not even the council or you partner Obi-Wan knew it. There was no way that this information left you home planet, too bad was the communication to others. So that could only mean...

"Q-Qymaen?", you breathed, shock written across your face. The cyborg let you go, you landed on your feet and ripped your mask off, revealing your face. "It is...really you...you...you are alive", the cyborg croaked, stepping closer, tracing your scaly cheek with a claw.

You nodded, unable to form a word in your throat, only a sob could escape its tightness. With no hesitation, you grabbed his metallic body with the force and you both hugged, crashed to the ground.

Qymaen gave a little howl of relief and sadness, burring his faceplate into your hair, tears leaking out of his eyes.

After minutes they both sat against the wall in a tight embrace, catching up...when suddenly, a sound was heard behind them.