General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

The Mercy Of A Warlord (Part two)

Hours have passed, and the creature still hadn't moved. You yawned, and you stretched your sore muscles rubbing your eyes, trying to stay awake. You were tired. Heck, your eyes felt like they were stabbed every time you opened them.

'Damn!", you thought as you took your head into your hand, massaging your forehead. 'Great idea, Y/N. Staying next to him the whole night. I should just command a soldier to stay here." You just sighed and shook your head. You stretched your back until a satisfying pop was heard, and you wrapped the blanket tightly around your body.

In the middle of the night, you had taken your armor off, showered and gotten yourself into comfortable, warm clothes. He had not woken in the time you have left the medbay - not that you have expected it.

The doctor, a good friend of yours who had tended who had tented you more than once and had duty tonight has come to bring you a little bit of food or something to drink. The night was all in all far too long and boring. You even had taken out your plans for the next battle and overlooked them again and again, correcting all the mistakes you had found, which were not many.

You sighed and leaned back, rubbing your eyes, when suddenly, a low moan echoed through the air, causing your look to harden and your pupils to widen. You put the paper down and grabbed the weapon lying next to you, loading it in case this cyborg tried anything funny.

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Grievous let a low moan escape from what remained of his throat as he slowly opened his golden reptilian eyes. His vision was blurry, and his head felt like he had been thrown against a stone.

He lifted his head to look around, taking a few breaths to calm the dizziness he was feeling.

What happened?

Ah yes, he remembered. He landed on this planet, and these humans appeared out of nowhere. They had been worse than Jedi, smarter, stronger, and they had used some kind of gas to knock him out.

He hated to admit that he hadn't stood a chance against them. They had locked him up in their headquarters, leaving him to rot there. He really thought he would die, but then suddenly, this wo/man came and shot him.

"Look who's awake!", a cold a voice suddenly echoed through the room and the cyborg turned his head towards its source. A grave mistake. Nausea caused him to shudder, and he released a low groan as his head fell back against whatever he laid on.

"Slow down, buddy. You're too weak to move the way you want to." Grievous would have laughed if he still would have the strength to do so. He could feel that he was weak himself, thank you very much.

Slowly, he turned his head towards the source of the voice, spotting the same being that he had last seen before he felt that incredible pain in his neck.

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You almost grinned when the being turned his head towards you and crocked his head to the side. His sharp eyes focused on you, twitching, gleaming with curiosity but also distrust. He started at you, releasing a strained sound, his eyes narrowing as he studies your features.

"You know it's rude to stare, right?", you asked as you took a step forward, lifting your eyebrow. He only grumbled, letting his head fall back against the pillow under his head, closing his sharp, golden eyes.

"Who are you?", your words were cold, but a breeze of curiosity swam within your tune. "And what were you doing in those idiots' headquarters?" Again, you got only grumbling as an answer.

But then, he turned his head towards you again. "I am General Grievous, leader of the droid army of the Separatists. And I was captured." His voice was deep and synthesized but at the same time, it was soothing and beautiful and beautiful

"I'm Commander L/N, leader of the organization O/N (Organisation Name).", you introduced, nodding in acknowledgment. "You're in our medical station now. Don't worry, you're safe.", he mumbled walking over to the chair, sitting down.

He growled, trying to get up again, but pain shot through his chest. A howl left of what remained of his throat, and he scratched at it. "Stop it!", you roared and straightened your chest. "You'll only make it worse."

He stopped, falling back. "W-What did you d-do to me.", he wheezed, coughing harshly. You shook your head and leaned back, rubbing your eyes in annoyance. "Nothing. Nothing but healing you."

You leaned back with a sigh, shaking your head, a small grin on your face. "That what you're feeling is the scar on what seems to be your liver. When we found you, we checked you for any damage. Trust me, we know that you're - or better were - not human, but trust me, it was hard enough to find it."

You gave a humorless laugh pulling out the papers of the results that the doctor had given you. "There was a rip, caused by something sharp. They probably had trouble to get your body into the cell. Your fluids had been...harmful, so we replaced them with something more suitable."

You gave him the results, waiting for him to grab them before leaning back yet again. "What did you give me?", he asked me, crocking his head to the side. "Ah, just some mixture of important things your body needs to live.

Don't worry, you seem to take it well, your body hasn't shown any sort of problems yet. The only thing you really need is rest.", you spoke, chuckling, running your hand through your hair.

"How do I know you are not working with the Republic?", he suddenly growled, his golden reptilian eyes narrowing dangerously. "The what?", you asked, laughing, rolling your eyes. "I don't know who they are, nor do I care."

You shook your head, crossing your feed, taking a sip from your cup of the now cold liquid. "Don't worry about such things. Even if they come, they don't have a chance against us. We've killed all our enemies until now, and we can do it again. You surely felt how strong our enemies are, we're stronger."

Grievous still looked at you at the same look as before, but the glare softened. You chuckled, shaking your head. "Your door will be guarded just to make sure that you're protected, and now rest, you'll need your strength."

With that you turned and left, leaving Grievous behind with a mind full of questions.