Painted Red
»{Crosshair x Fem!Reader}«
⛦ Summary: After spending the night in Crosshair's bunk, you begin painting your new armor with his help. Who is the armor from? Your good ol' friend Commander Cody. Unfortunately, you get side tracked and create quite the mess...
⛦ Rating: Ages seventeen and older.
⛦ Content: Fluff, kisses, messy make out session, teeth and tongues, use of Y/N, secret relationship, small sex joke, grinding, pre-Order 66, Crosshair being Crosshair, not proof read so lemme know if there's mistakes.
⛦ Author's note: Okay, so a few years ago I wrote a long ass Wattpad story about Cross and my oc but never published it. So I'm taking each chapter and turning it into x reader one shots, starting with the fun stuff. I can also do requests.
"This is rather strange indeed... Approximately how long has she been there, Hunter?"
"I dunno. She was in his bunk when I woke up, and he was nowhere to be found. Wrecker, make sure she's decent."
"Eh, fine... She's missin' a sock. And her toenails are painted black."
"That doesn't matter. Is she decent or not?"
"Yeah. Wait... IS THAT A TOOKA SHIRT SHE'S WEARING? YO!"
"SHHH! You'll wake her!"
You slowly awoke from where you lay, listening to your squadron's bickering. You felt extremely groggy, and the words you heard seemed to be traveling slowly to your brain, making it all too difficult to understand. Your eyelids were far too heavy to lift, and you wanted to stay in this comfortable bed... forever...
You forced yourself to throw your legs off the side to sit up, rubbing your eyes and letting out a yawn louder than the roar of a Wookie. A fresh cup of caf was set on the bedside table, and you sleepily brought the cup to your lips, enjoying the warm sweet liquid. Leaving you a cup of caf was something Crosshair did every morning. He usually made it bitter and black, but after learning you loved sugar and cream, that was how he began making it.
Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Echo still stood hovering over you. The giant clone flicked your forehead teasingly. "Why're you in Crosshair's bunk?"
You had completely forgotten you'd spent the night with the sniper. And it sure was a night to remember. The warmth his body provided, the soft sounds that left his lips as you pressed open-mouthed kisses to his neck, the way his fingers raked through your hair...
But if the others suspected there was something between you two, then Crosshair would definitely be mercilessly teased by his brothers. You set your mug down and decided to save him from the headache.
"I must've fallen asleep here when we were hanging out late last night," you lied, forcing a bewildered look on your face. Lying through your teeth wasn't something you excelled at, but Wrecker, Tech, and Echo seemed to buy it. Hunter however... you could tell he didn't believe a word you said, but he didn't press any further.
"Where is he, anyway?" you asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"We don't know," said Echo. "He probably went down to the mess hall."
"Which is where we're heading now," added Hunter. He then gestured to a large crate by the opposite end of the room, just to the right of the windows that overlooked Kamino's great blue ocean. "Cody dropped off something for you. Said it was pretty important, so you might wanna get to that as soon as you can."
"Cody came here?" Your eyes lit up and a grin spread across your face. "How was he?"
"He wasn't inside here, Y/N," Tech corrected. "He called us to the hangar to retrieve the crate."
"Oh..." Your heart sank a little. It's been far too long since you've seen your commander. "You guys can go get breakfast. I'll be here should you need me."
They left you alone in the silent barracks, and you took this time to see what Cody brought you. You sat on the floor by the large military-grade metal crate labeled with your name and pushed it open. An envelope was placed over the packing peanuts that filled it. You carefully opened it, pulling out the hastily written note.
Y/N,
I hope all is well with your squadron. The boys can be a handful at times, but I know you'll be able to handle it. I wanted you to be in a closely-knit squad that would keep you safe. It was either them, my 212th Battalion, or Plo Koon's Wolf Pack. General Kenobi said you'd fit in better with the Bad Batch. And as your ori'vod, it is my duty to do what's best for you.
Because your original armor wasn't as... great... I've got you a replacement. Katarn-class armor is much sturdier and reliable, and I've had it modified to your sizing. I chose a darker color for you so you'd match with the others. There's some paints in the crate as well, so go crazy with those. Stay strong, verd'ika. I'll be seeing you soon.
Love, Cody :)
P.S. General Skywalker and Captain Rex say hello. They're standing over me as I write this.
You smiled from ear to ear and carefully folded the note, holding it to your chest. It wasn't exactly special, but you'd treasure it. After all, it was from Cody. You dug through the foam peanuts, and sure enough, there was a set of armor. You ran a hand over the cool plastoid of the chest piece, feeling how very new it was to you.
You retrieved the tiny bottles of paint, setting them on the floor beside the armor. Red, white, and a few pastel colors as well. It should make for a pretty design.
Your eyes wandered around the barracks for inspiration, eventually landing on Crosshair, who silently stood leaning against the doorway. He smiled slightly, and in his hand he carried a foam box from the mess hall. "I didn't see you with the others at breakfast."
"I told them to go without me," you admitted. You patted the spot on the floor beside you, inviting him to sit.
Crosshair accepted the invite, sitting cross legged and leaning closer to place the foam box on your lap. His knuckles lightly brushed against your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. You swallowed hard, ignoring the delicious thoughts that stirred in your mind.
"I thought you might be hungry."
"Yeah, I am," you confessed, your stomach rumbling as you opened it. Small pancakes were neatly seated in the box, complete with berries on the side and chocolate syrup evenly drizzled on top. "Kriff yeah, I was just thinking about pancakes days ago. Thanks, Cross."
You cut into it with the plastic fork that was provided in the box and stabbed a piece, stuffing it into your mouth with a delighted hum. "You know, Dex's Diner on Coruscant has the best damn pancakes ever. I remember the first time I had a stack of those..."
Crosshair picked up your chest piece, turning it over in his hands to further examine it. "So this is what Commander Cody sent you."
"Uh huh, and I was thinking about adding red so we all match. Wouldn't that be nice?" You waggled your eyebrows annoyingly, but it earned a deep chuckle from the sniper.
"I would like to help you," he said, gazing into your eyes with that golden brown stare of his. "If you'll let me."
"I was about to ask you anyway," you softly laughed, handing him his own paint brush and a bottle of red paint.
Crosshair eyed the other small bottles, noting the other colors that Cody had sent. "We should incorporate those ones for a more... Y/N touch. You agree?"
You watched and he unscrewed the red and dipped the tip of the brush inside, dragging the soft hairs along the center of the chest piece in a perfect stripe. Your eyes wandered from his hands up to his toned arms, eventually coming up to the two-day shadow that ran along his very sharp tan jawline.
He was beautiful. How enchanting, and how mesmerizing he was. And your heart belonged to only him.
Without turning to face you, he chuckled and said, "I know you love what you see."
"Oh. Um, what?" You tore your eyes away, hastily dunking your own brush into the red paint and slathering a hefty amount on one of the shoulder pieces. "I wasn't looking."
"Mhm," he hummed, sounding unconvinced. "My enhanced eyes see all, Y/N. You were staring."
"I was staring behind you," you quickly lied. "There was... a fly?"
Crosshair set down his paint brush and raised his perfectly-shaped brows as if to say really?
"Okay, yeah, I was staring." You threw up your arms in defeat. "It's pretty hard not to. I mean, have you looked in a mirror? You're gorgeous."
"I could say the same for you." Crosshair smirked. "You were paying attention to what I said before this, right?"
"No," you said bluntly. "I was distracted by your sexiness. But please do repeat whatever it was."
He rolled his eyes playfully, taking one of your hands in his. "I said you should incorporate the pastel colors somewhere for a little Y/N touch. Just to make it more unique."
"The only word I heard was touch, and I would like some more of that from you."
Crosshair gave your hand a gentle squeeze, letting out a huff of laughter. "As you wish."
And without another word, he leaned in, causing your breath to hitch when his face came in close to yours. He crawled over you, gently pushing you back against the floor and hovering just an inch above you. His eyes darted from your rosy lips back up to your eyes, silently asking for your consent to continue.
You gave a small nod in confirmation, your hands now coming up to cup his jaw. Your heart hammered in your chest and butterflies violently fluttered around your stomach. Just as you leaned in for the kiss, Crosshair swiped his thumb over the bridge of your nose, leaving a streak of red paint. He speedily crawled off, sitting back to where he was before.
"Ugh, you ass!" You wiped at your face, only spreading the paint even more. "You're gonna pay for that!"
"How so?" He flashed a wickedly cute smile that made your heart do a little tap dance. "You gonna punish me?"
"Oh, shut up," you laughed, giving him a playful shove to his shoulder. "I won't be the one to punish you. I'll just tell Cody you've been harassing me, and he'll strip you of your rank for sure."
"You wouldn't," he grinned, dipping a finger into the paint bottle. "You know I'm your favorite."
"Oh, are you really?" You picked up your paint brush and dragged it across his chin, giggling when you saw his surprised expression.
Crosshair retaliated and flicked a blob at you, landing it perfectly on the top of your head. You scooped what you could from your head and vigorously rubbed it into his hair, making the silver strands an ugly shade of reddish pink.
That made him growl, and he poured some into his palms before grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss.
You groaned into his mouth as his hands wandered over your body, pulling up your t-shirt to feel your warm skin. You leaned back, pulling him down on top of you and wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. All his weight was on you now, and he shifted his hips, grinding himself against you deliciously.
He bit down softly on your lower lip, chuckling to himself when he heard you squeak. You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling slightly and deepening the kiss. It was a mess of tongues and teeth, but you loved it. You quickly got up, pushing him to be the one to lay on the ground. You straddled his hips as you kissed him like this was your last day to live. You trailed your kisses down to his neck, and his soft whimpers were like music to your ears. He gripped your rear as you continued your ministrations, and you tugged down the collar of his blacks, leaving tender kisses on his collarbone.
His chest rose and fell quickly, and you took this as a sign you were doing well. Just as you were about to swivel your hips around over his, your comm beeped, and Hunter's voice rang out.
"We're just outside the door, so you better be decent once it opens," he said.
You wasted no time getting up and sitting across from the lanky clone. He sat up straight, and his eyes widened when he saw his red hand prints on either side of your face and on the rest of your body. "Y/N, the paint!"
"Kriff," you hissed as you clawed at your face, trying to scratch away the already dried paint. "It's not coming off. It's not coming off! What do I do? What do WE do?"
The barracks door slid open, and the batch trudged in. They stopped in their tracks when they noticed you two covered in streaks of paint, you more than Crosshair. You had his hand prints all over your face and body, red marred on your clothing and skin. Crosshair had blobs in his hair, and his nose and chin were coated as well. Wrecker roared with laughter and gripped his belly, tumbling onto the ground.
"Well, this is certainly unexpected," Tech said, adjusting his goggles.
Echo turned on his heel and immediately left the barracks without a word.
"What did you two do?" Hunter furrowed his brows, staring at you both in disbelief. "We leave you alone for not even half an hour, and you're covered in what I hope isn't blood. Care to explain?"
You stared at Crosshair, who stared at a scratch on the metal flooring. After a few seconds, you replied, "We were playing."
"THEY WERE DOING MUCH MORE THAN JUST PLAYING!" Wrecker boomed, pointing at you. "LOOK! HIS HANDS WERE ALL OVER HER!"
"Crosshair..." Hunter raised brows. "If you wanted to mark her as yours, couldn't you have... painted her with something that isn't permanent?"
He made a vulgar pumping motion with one hand.
"Thanks for the suggestion," said Crosshair, rolling his brown eyes. "I will next time."
"Wait, Hunter, did you say permanent?" You pushed past him, snatching the bottle off the floor. Your eyes scanned the label, widening when you saw the warnings. "No. No, no, no!"
"People like you are the reason why simple things have instructions," Tech sighed, shaking his head. "The paint is meant for armor, shuttles, and buildings. It can withstand blaster fire and the harshest of storms. The bottle does state that it should not be put on–"
"We get it, nerd," Crosshair groaned, heading for the refresher.
"Tech, is there any way to remove it?" Hunter asked his brother, raising his eyebrows impossibly higher.
"Yes, but neither of them will like it," he said with a straight face.
"Please," you wailed. "I need this off of me!"
"Okay. There is a device that strips even the toughest of paints. It emits a 650 degree laser that–"
"KRIFF!" shouted Crosshair from the refresher. Apparently he heard what Tech had just said.
You immediately ran off to the refresher, ignoring Wrecker's loud laughter when he saw the hand prints on your rear. You opened the door and shut it once you entered. You slid down to the floor, letting loose a long, stressed sigh. To your left Crosshair stood by the sink, scrubbing his face aggressively with soap. He rinsed off and dried himself, cursing once he looked back into the mirror. The paint hadn't budged at all.
"It's not gonna come off, Cross," you said, standing to cup his face and examine it further. "We're stuck like this forever. Look at me. My nose is red like a clown."
"I have it worse than you do. My hair looks pink."
"Worse?" You raised your voice, standing up and pulling him by the arm to face you. "Crosshair, I have your red hand prints all over my face and body. But you think YOU have it worse? You can just shave your hair off!"
He sighed. "Fine. Any suggestions what to do?"
"We can stay in the barracks forever and never leave."
"How about no."
"We can continue what we were doing earlier if we stay here forever."
"Kriff, yeah."
⛦ Author's note: Might do a part 2 if you peeps liked this one. Let me know. Also PLEASE send requests.
