General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

I'm here for you

'Oh hell no!', you cursed in your mind as the small shuttle came into view. You stopped walking and stared at it, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat. 'Fuck no...'

What's wrong with you, you ask? Well, let me explain. Every time you would be on a ship, you would be sick. On large ones like the Invisible Hand, or wasn't that bad, but on small ones like on this shuttle...oh God.

"Y/N?", a deep, rough, robotic voice forced you out of your trance, and you snapped your head to the being standing next to you. Your boyfriends, who were no other than the man-killing cyborg General Grievous himself, golden reptilian eyes stared at you, mirroring concern. "Is everything alright?"

He didn't know it, in fact, no one knew, no one but your medi-droid, who already gave you a liquid that would calm your stomach to an acceptable point.

You swallowed again, forcing a smile to appear on your face, nodding your head. "Yeah, just nervous, I guess. This is my first official mission with you." His eyes borrowed, and you knew he didn't believe you, but he seemed to accept it and turned his attention to the small shuttle, urging you to walk on with a gentle push.

You did so, your heart speeding up, your chest suddenly didn't seem to able to rise, your lungs seemed suddenly like they were being stabbed, and your stomach already.
gave you the urge to purge.

You entered, immediately pressing your body into one of those seats, trying to hide your shivering. Grievous seated himself into the pilot-seat, giving in the coordinates, and you heard the engines roaring already, and within seconds, the shuttle was ready to take off.

You whimpered quietly as it did so, biting your button lip, roughly chewing on it mercilessly, hoping the former Kaleesh didn't hear it. The faster you flew, the worse you got, and soon, you were a shivering ness that tried it's best to not let a sound escaping those damn lips to not alert your boyfriend. You knew he had no time to take care of you and your pathetic problem(you at least thought it was pathetic).

So, you decided to suffer in silence...at least that was your plan...until the liquid that medi-droid gave you decided to wear off. The vomit came out of nowhere, and you a pit all, and I mean all of it on the ground, not caring if you would have to clean up later.

As you finished, you suddenly felt a cold, clawed, metallic hand wrap around your chin, and you looked up, looking into those golden, widened orbs that roamed over your face. "G-Grievous.", you coughed before another wave of nausea overwhelmed you.

He stayed the whole time, probably having activated the autopilot, until you finished, only then he picked you up and walked over to the pilot seat, and sat down with you on his lab. He patiently waited until your breathing evened out, then, he took your face into his hands and pressed his mask against your forehead in a version of a kiss.

"What's wrong?", he asked you in such a soft voice and rubbed your back. You swallowed, grimacing from the taste the vomit left behind, before answering, finally revealing one of your greatest secrets. " Every time I get on a ship, I...I get nauseous.", your voice was nearly above a whisper.

The cyborg huffed, and you pressed your body close to his chest. He may be unable to feel you, but the knowledge that you were there, seeking comfort from no other than him. "Why didn't you tell me?", he asked, and pulled back to look into you fearful e/c orbs. " I-I...That problem is worth noticing.", you forced out of your throat. "You-You are in a war, you've got problems that are far more important than this little issue here." You pointed at your stomach, shaking your head.

Grievous growled and pressed you against his chest, huffing, clearly offended. "How dare you to think that your problems are not important!", he shouted. " There are no more important issues than yours! I love you, you know that!"

Again, he pulled back to look at you, run ing his claw over your face, collecting the unnoticed tears that had escapes your eyes while you were talking. You cocked out a sob and smiled at him, more of the salty liquid followed.

"Come here, here always here for you", you laughed in relief and kissed his faceplate, knowing that if you would ever fly in a shuttle again, you won't be scared, because as Grievous said, he's always here for you.

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Hi, guys. You probably ask yourself why the fuck I would write this, well, here's the answer to your questions. Every time I'm on a bus, car or train, I would begin to feel nauseous. I never threw up, but the feeling that I will is there. I wrote this story to distract myself. It didn't work but I still hope you like it. Till next time.😄😁