General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

I'm not her

You loved him, you loved him so much that you would even give your life, and he loved you back. At least that was what you told yourself.

You sat in your shared quarters, tears running down your beautiful face. A sob tore itself out of your throat as you thought about the words he said earlier today. You knew, you always knew...but as he yelled, no, roared it right at your face, everything inside of you seemed to break.

"You are not her, and you will never be! I will never love anyone so much as her again!!"

They echoed through your mind, over and over again. The dagger between your fingers cut into the delicate flesh, causing you to bleed, but you didn't care, too broken to feel the pain you are causing yourself. It's not like anyone would care. The blood dripped onto the sheets, mixing up with your tears.

You did not notice, too broken to feel, hear or see. All you noticed was pain. The blade cut deeper, the red liquid grew from a few drops to nearly a whole river, you did not see. The tears stopped, nothing was left, all was wasted, but the blood did not, your body had so much more to give, and so the flesh was literally torn open.

Your dull eyes did not tell you, they only saw blackness and hate. He played with your feeling, he used you, manipulated you, yet you still loved him. A low growl left your lips and you pulled the dagger out, throwing it at the wall, smearing your blood across it. Your eyes flashed alive, but not with that lovely glint you always had, but with pure hate, disgust, and distrust.

He wanted you gone, so you will grant his wish, but not before you had your revenge!

With a wicked grin on your face, you started to write.

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He didn't mean it!

He didn't mean it at all!

Grievous roared, punching his metallic fist against the wall, leaving a huge dent. The image of your face trained in sadness flashed in his mind over and over again, killing his concentration, drowning his hatred in pure guilt. As you turned, he wanted to grab you, to hold you back, to hug you, apologizing until you forgave him, but instead he did absolutely nothing, only to stare after you...and now...

He pressed his eyes together, but again, the picture of you a few hours ago appeared.

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No...

No...

Please no...

The red liquid dropped onto the floor. Those words were reflecting the light he turned on, burning into his mind.

I will not be fooled again!

And Infront of the pool of blood, there is laid, the necklace of your first anniversary. You were gone, you have left...but not before you brought yourself to bleed. There was so many that it was a wonder that you still lived...if you did.

He started immediately a search troop, that spread all across the planet to find you, but your blood trail stopped somewhere in the woods...and all that was left was another message, this time written with mud.

Do not even try!