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Hardcase:
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Free, thanks for doing this! This is Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)
It ended up not taking as long as I thought it would to decide...
Instead of going with my usual predictability of asking for a Hunter fic, I will ask for an only slightly less predictable Howzer fic!
"Side lying" was so dang tempting...but it didn't work with the other thing I wanted included, so instead I would like:
"Watching you masturbate (vibrator included if possible)" with a healthy dose of "breast play"...perhaps a he's helping up there while she's busy down there kind of thing. An "It's Shake 'n' Bake, and I helped!" situation (I don't mean to include that in the fic, it's just something I always say.)
But only if that works. If not, feel free to change it how it would be best for you!
Thanks again but no pressure!! If it doesn't work or if you get too many requests, that's ok!
Much love,
Carol
I'M BACK BITCHES! 😂 Not you, Carol, you're a saint. WHO WANTS SOME SMUT AT 11AM ON A THURSDAY? 🤣
Anywayyyy, I was in a *mood* last night, so here we are. I apologize in advance cause I'm rusty AF but I thought you'd be the most deserving (aka forgiving) recipient of my first request in ages, LOL. So... fifteen months later... here you go! 😜 And I didn’t proofread it cause I’m feelin wild and free. 🤣
Howzer x F Reader - 1.8k words
Content: breast play, a whiff of brat taming, a whiff of dom!Howzer, fingering, vibrator, did I mention breast play? ;)
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He dragged his tongue up the side of your neck, and what might otherwise tickle or repel you now sent a wave of electricity through you, straight between your legs. You arched your back, nestling your butt closer against him where you both lay naked and spooning, and shifted against his erection in no subtle way. An enticingly breathy sigh escaped your lips as you felt its length pressing against you, but it faded into protest as he drew away, tucking himself out of reach of your nefarious ass. He grinned, one hand propping up his head while the other glided along your side toward a breast. Teasing fingers barely grazed back and forth along the bottom of its curve before continuing up your shoulder and around your neck, ever so gently.
“Not yet,” he rumbled against the side of your face as he brushed a thumb along your jaw.
“Not fair,” you groaned.
“Not my fault,” he returned with the flicker of a smile at the corner of his lips where they pressed against your cheek, your temple, your neck, your collarbone…
* * *
You’d known he was coming for you from the moment he walked in the door that night. A mission debrief had kept him late, and the two of you had spent the better part of the day exchanging increasingly spicy comms, the last of which was sent while you idly stirred the creamy soup you’d been keeping warm on the stove for him. You knew the potential when the spark of novelty met the depth and familiarity of old love in bodies entwined, and you found yourself shifting in your silky pajamas, a craving ache in your core. The dim evening light made his eyes look darker, and his lips had brushed against yours a second longer than usual in greeting, softer and heavier.
“What’s this?” he smirked, giving your camisole a playful tug after cleaning up and changing into a thin t-shirt and the soft sweatpants he knew you liked.
“Proper cooking attire.”
“Hmmph.” He didn’t argue, rather fitted his form along your back, hands slowly reaching around your hips.
“Hungry?” you asked, turning off the burner and leaning into his touch.
“Yes.” He pulled you tight against his chest, one hand sliding straight up the middle of your front to hold you close, fingers splayed across your collarbone.
The soup was the last thing on his mind as you squirmed around to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying a hand in the hair on the back of his head before pulling him down and kissing him hard. He almost whimpered.
Almost.
Instead his hands were on you immediately – sliding up a thigh, cupping your ass with a firm grip, resting between your shoulders. You writhed against him and he pressed into you, as though the two of you could become one against the kitchen counter. Kisses grew messy. Cheeks reddened. Lips swelled. A trail of kisses down the side of your neck stoked the fire ever further.
“Bed. Now,” you demanded, pushing him back. He chuckled, normally the one to obediently follow your lead, but he wasn’t feeling that tonight. Instead he came right back, grabbing your thigh and lifting it around him as he kissed you again. His tongue flickered against your own, and you arched your back to grind against him as he dragged his teeth gently across your lower lip.
“You don’t always get to call the shots, princess,” he murmured, releasing your mouth to kiss your jaw and nip your earlobe. “It’s about time someone stood up to you, I think.”
“Oh really?” you laughed, equally aroused and indignant. Any further retort died on your lips as he pressed his erection against your thinly-clothed sex; the thick fabric of his sweatpants increasing the friction. He was in a mood, and it was insanely hot.
That was ten minutes ago.
Ten minutes of making out. Being lifted onto the counter and ravaged within an inch of your sanity. Kissing and sucking and nipping and caressing. Your top was gone, shorts hanging on by a thread as you writhed against his front. You wanted to beg. Gods, you wanted to beg. But you were not one to beg. So you’d get your way…
Or so you thought.
He’d lifted you against him, soldier muscles taut as he relished your weight in his arms, then carried you to your bedroom. He’d tucked you under a soft sheet, pulled your shorts to your toes where you kicked them off, and laid against your backside, naked and radiating heat. And now he was teasing you, drawing every last miserable second out into an eternity as his deft fingers glided along your skin. You didn’t know what he was waiting for, and he seemed to be quite enjoying your flustered impatience.
You shifted your ass against him again, grinding against his cock as you grabbed one of his hands in your own, guiding it toward your chest. But he pulled it back, scolding you in your ear with a sinful whisper before grabbing both your wrists in one hand and drawing them over your head, rolling you onto your back as he pinned them there. You felt exposed and electrified, nipples pebbling in the cool night air as he gazed down at you.
“Stubborn, aren’t you?”
“Goddamnit,” you breathed, insanely turned on but yes, stubborn as hell.
He moved down a bit, keeping your hands pinned as he trailed kisses down your neck and chest until they got to a breast, where he paused with a warm, open-mouthed exhale across it. You bit back a whine, settling instead to give him your best “fuck me” look when he glanced up at you, mouth hovering over a nipple. You’d never seen such a fiendish grin on his face in response, and he lowered his lips slowly. You arched your back again, aching for contact, and he flicked his tongue across the tip, sending a shock to your core. Your little gasp provoked him further, and he shifted his thighs around his cock, leaking and swollen between them. He licked a circle, once, twice, three times with more pressure each time, then without warning took as much of your breast into his mouth as he could, sucking and running his tongue along it.
You were too lost in the sensation to notice his hand gliding up the inside of your thigh.
That was five minutes ago.
Five minutes of his masterful fingers enticing your pussy. Feather-light tracing grew into firmer strokes. A finger inside drew out a full moan from you, and a sinisterly slow rub around your clit had you squirming. He’d released your wrists to prop himself up further, dragging his tongue across a breast before sucking hard enough to make your toes curl. The stimulation from above and below was echoing through your core as he sank two fingers in, groaning against your sternum as he felt your slick walls around him. It took all he had to keep from thrusting his cock into you right there, but the helpless whine it elicited from you set him on his course. Fingers in and out. Slowly. A thumb against the clit. Fueling the fire. Cool air across a nipple before careful teeth and a warm tongue. You were coming completely undone.
“You want something?” he asked, and you were suddenly aware that your stubbornness had flown out the window at the first finger.
“Please,” you whispered, aching in the best way. Gods, there was never such desperate need in your voice. And to know he’d been the one to do it to you…
He began to rub your pussy, broad strokes alternating with devastatingly accurate circles of your clit, and you could feel the waves building from deep inside. Your breathy praise encouraged his every movement, and he pressed his face against your neck, hot breath tickling your collarbone as his deft fingers wrote a symphony of sensation between your legs. But then he slowed.
“Oh hell no–” you began, smothered indignation melting into laughter as he covered your mouth with a hand. He rolled away for a moment, then came back brandishing your vibrator.
“So impatient,” he chided, replacing his hand with a kiss to your mouth as he passed the vibrator to you. He didn’t have to ask; you knew what he wanted. And you loved it.
“Gonna last like 13 seconds…” you murmured, smiling against his lips at the faint sound of a chuckle in his chest. He didn’t reply, but kissed you more deeply as you switched it on and dipped it between your legs, biting your lip immediately at the crash of sensation where you’d already been primed to the slightest touch. He sat up a bit, watching you move it from front to back, teasing your pussy as you squirmed, and thought he would explode. The sight of your furrowed brows, heaving chest, and glistening sex was driving him mad, and he closed his eyes for a moment, grasping one breast and kneading it firmly.
You pulled the vibrator away for a moment, absolutely spinning as nerves went off across your body like fireworks, His scent, his heat, his mouth, his hand… The desperate little sounds that he made to match your own as you pressed it against yourself again… He’d worked you into a near frenzy, and you clutched his arm, further aroused by his muscles as his hand ravaged one breast, then the other – cupping, pinching, caressing, squeezing… As he felt your response growing, he lowered his mouth once again, dragging his tongue across a nipple before taking it in his mouth, knowing it would drive you over the edge, and when your body tensed as moans turned into mewls, he buried his face, licking and sucking you through your climax. White hot electricity rocked through your body as he continued, slowing only with the movements of your hand as your unhindered gasps and whines sang his praises and slowly quieted.
When you closed your legs to the side with a huge exhale, basking drunkenly in the orgasmic glow, he grinned, pulling back to tuck himself neatly along your back again. A million pert comments ran through his mind, but none were strong enough to break through his thick haze of contentment. You shuddered, one residual wave of bliss, and started to roll to face him, murmuring something about his turn as you made a feeble grasp for his cock. He laughed, tucking you back neatly where you’d been, and kissed your shoulder blade.
“You just enjoy that,” he offered.
“I’m recharging for round two,” you said in mocking sternness.
“If you say so,” he conceded, a knowing grin softening his handsome face.
And the dynamics were back in play.
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Toil And Trouble
Summary: As someone with magic in your blood, you rarely get to spend time with others. People fear you and what you're capable of. The truth is, as an apprentice, you're teaching yourself magic. And when a Commando answers an ad you put in the local paper, you know life is about to change forever.
Pairing: Clone Commando Sev x F! Witch Reader
Word Count: 3167 (I got possessed)
Warnings: Magic, but nothing more than that
A/N: So, I had an idea, and I hope you like it~
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“There!” You take a step back from your work table to admire the bottle of blood red ink that you've been laboring over for hours now, “One bottle of magic imbued ink, ready to be used for rune crafting.”
Technically, and traditionally, the ink should be in black or blue. But you've never been a traditional witch, so why would you start now? Plus, the red is so bright and pretty, so how could anyone claim that you were being a bad witch?
“Okay!” You say to the empty room, setting both of your hands on your hips, “I think I’ve done all I can. Now all I need is a volunteer!”
The ink is done, your workshop is clean, and the ritual area has been touched up. And, more importantly, you put an ad in the local paper to try and garner the attention of a potential volunteer.
You just have to wait.
You’re sure you won’t be waiting long. After all, why wouldn’t someone want to be a magic test subject? It’s the best thing ever!
A week later, you’re started to feel a little discouraged. Not only have no volunteers showed up for your totally awesome magic experiments, but also members of the local church have been coming around to try and convert you away from your demon worshiping.
You’re willing to admit, to yourself, that perhaps an ad in the local paper wasn’t the best idea. But, to be fair, the local clergy never cared about the magic thing before.
A sudden knock on the door pulls you from your gloom. Logically, you know it’s probably one of the local ladies here to try and save your soul. But maybe, just maybe, it’s someone here to answer your ad.
So you bounce over to the door and swing it open, “Welcome to the Emporium!” You chirp as soon as the door opens, and before you get a good look at who’s on the other side.
Luckily, it’s not a local lady.
It’s a man. Tall, broad, and heavily scarred. And wearing clone armor.
You tilt your head to the side, “...Can I help you?” Surely the locals didn’t recruit soldiers to run you out of town? With pitchforks and fire and all of the drama involved—
He quirks a single brow, and then lifts a printout of your ad, “You’re looking for volunteers?”
Now, you’ve never been the type of lady who can be wooed by something as simple as a voice. But his voice is deep and gravely in a way that sends goosebumps up your spine, and you fall in love with his voice then and there.
But, you’re a professional. Or, well, you like to pretend to be a professional. So you shove aside your distraction with his voice, and favor him with a beaming grin, “I am! Are you interested?”
He glances at the ad, “It says that you’re looking into protection runes? That’ll be useful, if it works.”
“It will! Because I’m amazing.”
The corner of his lips curl up in a small smirk, “Well, you’re not lacking for confidence, that’s for sure.”
Your grin widens, and you move to the side, “Won’t you come inside?”
He enters your home with no hesitation. But then, if you were as big and solid looking as he is, you probably wouldn’t hesitate before entering places either. You give him directions to your sitting room as you shut and lock the door behind him, before you trail after him.
Honestly, you can’t take your eyes off him.
You’ve never been a small woman. You’ve always been on the bigger side due to genetic factors and the fact that you really don’t like exercise. But, as you step around him and motion that he can sit anywhere he wants, and ask if he’d like some tea or caf for the conversation, you feel tiny while standing next to him.
It’s a nice feeling.
He settles on your couch, “You don’t have to go out of your way for me.”
“It’s no trouble at all, Mister...um…”
“Sev. And there’s no need to call me Mister, just Sev is fine.”
“Sev, then. It’s very nice to meet you.” You vanish into your kitchen and then return with two mugs of caf, “I brewed this before you got here, I just haven’t had the chance to make a mug yet. I hope you like it!”
“Thanks,” He says as he takes a sip while you settle on your armchair, curling your legs under yourself and then you set your mug on a coaster. “I have some questions about this volunteer opportunity.” Sev finally says as he sets his mug to the side.
“I would be more surprised if you didn’t.” You agree, “Ask away.”
“How is this going to work?”
“Basically, I’m going to paint runes on your body with a special ink, and then I’m going to imbue them with magic so the runes take hold. If it works perfectly, then you’ll have a kind of magical protection.”
“And what does that mean?”
“Mm. It’s kind of hard to explain.” You tap your lower lips for a moment, “Basically, the protection runes are meant to shield you from any magical harm to your body, but they also add protection against things like mind manipulation and the like. It’ll also make you more resistant to being moved by the Force.”
“Are Magic and the Force the same thing?”
“Sort of? According to what I’ve read it’s the same power just in different forms.”
Sev nods slowly, “So this ritual, is it going to leave me harmed in some way?”
“No. Absolutely not. You’ll be able to leave under your own power, I swear it.” You pause, “Um, I am going to have to see a lot of you, though. I’ll be painting your arms, chest, abdomen, and down your legs.”
Both of his brows raise, and you feel your face heat.
“I have a towel that you can use for modesty and I swear I’m not asking to be a pervert! I didn’t put it in the ad because I knew weirdos would come to get painted…”
“It’s alright, you don’t have to explain yourself.”
“I do, though. You’re the one who volunteered so you deserve to know exactly what’s going to happen.” You counter, “And if, at any point in time, you want to stop. Then we stop. No questions asked and no judgments given.”
Sev watches you through dark eyes for a moment, and then he smirks, “Alright. How long will this take?”
“Um. A couple of hours. I have to make sure the runes are perfect. But, you’ll be comfortable. But you won’t be able to eat or move much once I begin—”
“That’s fine, I’m used to having to be still for long periods of time.”
“...it feels rude to say good, but I’m actually really glad.” You smile at him warmly, “If you want to follow me, we can get started?”
“Lead the way.”
You lead Sev through your home, until you reach the ritual chamber. The room is several degrees warmer than the rest of the house, to make it comfortable for the people getting runes painted on them. “If you would, Sev,” You start as you head over to your workbench, “There’s a fresher through that door. If you could shower and wash using the shampoo and body wash that is in there? There’s also a basket for you to put your clothes in, and a towel for you.”
You notice Sev glance at the door, and then he nods at you, “Alright. Anything else I need to know?”
“Mm...I don’t think so.” You smile at him kindly, “We’ll begin as soon as you’re ready.”
Sev has to admit, if only to himself, that the little witch is adorable.
There was a moment, when he came out of the fresher with only a towel around his waist, where he thought she was going to faint from how flustered she got at seeing him.
He watched her pull herself together as she guided him on where, and how, to lay on the cushioned ground.
He also has to admit that he appreciates how respectful of him she is. She needed his towel adjusted so she could work, but she asked him if it was alright to adjust the towel before touching it. And before she started painting, she made sure to ask before touching him.
She’s been largely silent since she started working, though. Her gaze intense as she carefully paints each symbol on his body.
Sev had expected the paint to be cold, and had been trying to prepare himself for it, but it was warm. Between that and the color, he almost feels like he’s being painted with blood.
He probably shouldn’t find that as hot as he does.
He, very carefully, doesn’t think about that too much. After all, she’s kneeling between his thighs as she paints the symbols on his legs, and he doesn’t actually want to fluster her anymore than he already has.
“Okay,” Her voice is soft, “And...done.” He watches her pull away from his lower legs, her gaze flickering from one shin to the other. Making sure everything looks perfect.
A pretty smile lifts her lips, and she smoothly gets to her feet to set the, nearly empty, jar of ink back on the worktable. And then she’s kneeling next to his head, her gaze concerned, “How are you feeling, Sev? Do you need anything?”
“I’m fine. This is pretty comfortable, actually.”
“Ha, I’m glad. I’ve been worried about that this whole time.”
She really has no business being so adorable. “So,” Sev says, “What’s next?”
“Next, I imbue the runes with power.” She sits back on her heels, “So for this part, you’ll probably feel a pinch after all of the runes are activated. When I activate the magic, the runes are going to sink into your body and become a part of you. It’ll feel like a shot.”
“Not a tattoo?”
“If I were leaving the ink on the surface of your skin,” she brushes soft fingers against his forearm, next to one of the runes, “It would feel like a massive tattoo. But because I’m trying to bind the spell to you, it’ll feel more like a vaccine.”
“Good to know.”
“Do you need a moment to get ready?”
“You worry too much, witchy.”
She pouts at him, “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“I’m fine, maybe a little hungry.”
“Well, when we’re finished, I’ll buy you dinner. How’s that?”
“Deal.”
She smiles at him, and then stands, “Alright, Sev. You might want to close your eyes, this will get bright.”
Sev immediately follows her instructions and, for a moment, nothing happens. And then there’s a weird sensation, like static all over his body. He can feel the runes activating on his body, the symbols getting warmer than they already are, but there’s no pain. Not even when the last rune activates.
The the sensation changes, and the static feeling changes into soothing water. There’s a pinch, barely painful enough for him to notice, as the runes sink into his body.
Then the pain starts.
It blooms in his head, near his right temple, and Sev can’t help the grunt or the way his body twitches. And her voice, soft and gentle, “Wait...what is…” She trails off, and then the magic around him changes, “Sev, can you hear me?”
“Yes.” He hisses out.
“Okay, I’m glad.” She does sound genuinely relieved that he can respond, “Sev, listen. This next bit is going to hurt. I’m sorry. I’ll try to shield you as much as I can.”
“What—”
“I know you’re confused, and probably scared.” Her voice is like a wind through leaves, and Sev feels himself relaxing, “But I need you to trust me. I swear to you, I will explain everything. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah,” Anything more than a single syllable word is becoming beyond him, but he can feel her, the pretty witch, right there beside him.
“Thank you,” The feeling of her washes over him, “Just rest now, Sev. I will protect you.” Her presence turns into a cooling sensation, and Sev surrenders himself to the feeling, sinking into blissful, pain free, darkness.
When Sev opens his eyes again, he’s laying on a bed. Night has fallen outside the window, and he slowly sits up. He expects pain, or stiffness. But, as he moves, he actually feels pretty solid.
“You’re awake,” His gaze snaps to the door, and she’s there. Her hand pressed over her heart as relief crosses her face, “I couldn’t wake you, I was worried.”
She moves into the room, and Sev can’t help but notice the dark circles under her eyes, or the bacta soaked bandages wrapped around both of her arms. “What happened?” To her, specifically, but also in general.
She looks pained for a moment, but she folds her hands in front of her and then bows deeply at the waist, “I’m sorry. I had no idea that there was something like that inside you. If I had, I would have gone about the protective spell in a different way.”
“...I’m going to need some clarification.”
Her hands, which had been anxiously twisting some of the loose bandages around her hands, still. She lifts her gaze to meet his, “There was something inside your head, something dark. When I activated the protection runes, the dark thing woke up and attacked you.”
“That’s what caused the pain.”
“Yes. If I hadn’t been there, if I hadn’t been paying so much attention, it would have killed you.” She sinks into a chair near the bed he’s using, “I am sorry, Sev. I should have done a magical examination of you before we began. This is on me.”
“You saved my life, why are you apologizing for it?”
“Because you never should have been in the position to begin with.”
“You didn’t know there was something inside me that would attack me. It’s not your fault.”
She huffs, “Let me feel guilty in peace, you jerk.”
“No. What happened to your arms?”
She pauses and looks down at her bandaged arms, “Oh. That. When I realized that the dark thing was trying to kill you I...fought it. I don’t recommend it. Caster versus Counter-caster mental battles are mindbogglingly dangerous. I’m lucky that I’m young and healthy or else I would have died.”
“Sorry, the thing in my head was a spell?”
“Um...sort of?” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial, “After the battle, it kind of...fell out of your head. It looks like a computer chip of some kind, though it seems to be a mix of magic and technology that I’ve never seen before.”
Sev takes the vial and lifts it too look at it properly, “How’d it get in my head?”
“Um...well…” She trails off.
“You have a theory?”
“I do. I think it was implanted when you were a kid...or maybe even younger.”
Sev is quiet for a moment, but the chill that washes over him has nothing to do with the cool bedroom, “So, you think my pod-brothers have these too.”
“I can’t answer that without examining them.”
“If they do, can you remove them.”
She’s quiet for a moment, but then she nods slowly. “I’ll have to change things, I can’t do for them what I did for you. I got lucky today, I might not be so lucky next time. But, that said, I can.”
Sev falls back on his pillow, and presses his hand over his face, “I’ll comm them and tell them to come here.”
“Right, yes.” She hesitates, “Sev, there’s more.”
“More? What more?”
“To save you, I had to, um, alter the ritual. Without your consent.” She won’t meet his gaze, “I, kind of, had to bind you to me.”
“...meaning?”
“You do have all of the benefits of the protective runes, but you also have the protection of being my familiar.”
“...the fuck does that mean?”
“Well, there are lots of benefits to having a familiar, but I don’t think there’s ever been a human familiar before, so I’m not really sure…” She trails off, “I am so, very, sorry. I’m going to reach out to some of the more experienced witches I know and I’ll see if they have any advice for us…”
Sev sighs heavily and presses the palms of his hands against his eyes, “You owe me dinner.” And, now that he’s more awake, he can’t shake the feeling that he needs her closer than she is.
“Yes, I know. But it’s midnight and nothing’s open, so how about I feed you three times tomorrow, uh, today.”
“That’s fine. But you’re feeding my brothers too.”
“I can do that.” She stands, “So, um, I’ll let you get some rest…”
Sev twitches slightly, and he swiftly grabs her upper arm, “Where are you going?”
“My room? You’re probably tired…”
“If you leave, I think I’m going to lose my damned mind. We can share.”
She blinks at him, “You want to share a bed? With me?”
“Yes.”
“I...but…” She trails off, and she sighs, “That would be the familiar bond, Sev.”
“I really don’t care what it is. I just, I need you to stay here. Where I can see you.” His gaze flickers to her bandaged arms, “Especially since you’re hurt.”
She sighs again, and then she smiles, “Alright. Scoot over and let me under the blanket.”
Sev rolls his eyes and effortlessly tugs her onto the bed, so her back is pressed against the wall and he’s closest to the door, “It’s safer this way.”
“No ones going to break into my house, Sev—”
“Let me do this, there’s a little voice in my head screaming that if you sleep closest to the door you’re going to die. So suck it up.”
“Oh boy, I need to send that message sooner rather than later.”
“Later. It’s time for bed. You need your sleep too.”
She looks like she’s going to argue for a moment, though she only manages to get half a sentence out before she falls asleep mid-word.
Sev huffs out a silent laugh, she really is adorable.
As he shifts in bed so he’s able to curl himself protectively around her, he can’t help but think several things. One, that she smells like the rain, a really nice scent to fall asleep to. Two, he’ll murder anyone who so much as looks at her wrong. Three, he hopes that the other witches can help him get this shit under control. And four, if she has to turn his brothers into familiars to save them, he’ll probably combust from jealousy.
And, right before he falls asleep, his nose pressed into her hair, he can’t help but think that forever like this wouldn’t be so bad.
Perhaps it's a little ridiculous, but with more and more fans wanting a full comprehensive guide to colours, and my own frustration at not being able to find the fanon colour charts of old, here we are. For both your sake, and mine, please don't be upset if anyone doesn't utilise this guide, it is after all a guide, and only a fanmade compilation. If anyone has any criticisms, that's what edit is for, and if you want further definition, do not hesitate to let me know in the comments.
The Classicly Accepted;
[This section is the clolours accepted by Canon Media, both Disney and Legends. I will include a colour swatch and the Taubman's pallet code for ease of use. If there are colours you wish to see evaluated, or meanings you wish to infer, let me know.]
[The tiles above are literally the closest I could find to Jaster's colour, and to Boba's visor colours. The left is Red Alert, T12 26.H5, and the right is Crossfire, T15 196.6.]
Red - Ge'tal
'Honouring a parent.' This colour has been seen on the edge of Boba Fett's visor for years, and has been a staple Mandalorian colour for a long time. Honouring a parent is considered acceptable in most forms of Mandalorian Society, hence its widespread use. Honouring does not have to mean morning, and when some Mandalorians move past the grief of a lost loved one, or parent, they move to change the greys to reds, or oranges, in remembrance not of their death, but the life that family member - usually a provider in this case - had lived.
White - Cin
'A new start/Clean slate.' The literal translation for the phrase describing white on armour (Cin Vhetin) is 'White field,' or 'Snow Covoured Field.' It creates the notion that you are starting over, as winter has come, and it covers all that you used to be, allowing you to completely restructure yourself before spring arrives to thaw it, as a totally new person, with new honour and oaths to fulfil. Often associated with adult adoptions, or redemption vows completed, signifying new life.
[The image above features Jaster as he was in the first issue of Jango Fett - Open Seasons. It is accessible (the pic) on wiki, and I'm pretty sure the comic is available on most comic archives. Jaster's colour are, famously, dark grey, black, red and the yellow Haat Mando'ade Crest.]
Black - Ne'tra
Justice - the colour of Mandalorians whose moral code is unshakable. A notable wearer of this colour is Jaster Mereel himself. Most kute are often this colour, or dark blue (navy) and in most cases that is for cost reasons, and to prevent staining. However, black is the colour of night, and of Death - an important concept to all Mandalorian Sects - and creates a sense of uniformity amongst even the most visually different individuals. Justice, Death, and all that this might entail is a corner stone of Mandalorian culture and perception. One cannot live if they do not accept that Death is a possibility. Black can denote serving of justice, seeking justice, or preserving it.
Grey - Genet
'Honouring lost love, or mourning a lost loved one'. The separate shades of Grey have meaning in some Clans and Houses, but across most of Mandalorian Space, Grey is to signify the passing of a loved one. It can even be worn if either a Clan has been lost, or if a member has been excommunicated. There are also occasions of possible ven'riduur wearing the colour when another warrior gets there before them.
[The above image is the reverse of the New Zealand Free State of Niue's reverse coin. Gold does not promote prestige in Mandalorian culture, but danger. If dressed in gold, one is to be weary.]
Gold - Ve'vut
Vengeance, a common place, and important part of Mandalorian Culture and Law. Methods of vengeance are protected and controlled by Mandalorian Law. Acts that go from vengeance to Revenge can face serious consequence. Outsiders that meet warriors in this colour are warned to practice caution. A Mandalorian's wealth is not decided by the colour of their armour, but of their actions, and gold denotes a thirst for vengeance, in a control, personal manner.
[The image to the left is Nocturne Shade, T15 139.6, and the image to the right is Bright Cerulean, T15 138.7. I included a vivid and deep blue to show the scope of what is considered baseline, before entering Light Blue, Sky Blue, or Navy. I chose as close as I could to Jango Fett's armour, and both Paz Vizsla, and Vizsla House.]
Blue - Kebiin
Reliability, a warrior and Mandalorian who is secure in who they are, what they are capable of, and what they have to offer the galaxy. Warriors in their prime often wear this colour. It is often taken as a show of subtle faith and loyalty to whichever leader these particular Mandalorians serve. Blue is also often worn by mercenaries and Journeyman to create a sense of calm and trust between them and their charges. Blue is often seen as a solid, and dependable colour, and associated with leadership, and their support. Blue is the colour of the Mandalorian Protectors Universal Sigil. Parents who are raising children alone also wear this colour, as a way of reinforcing the belief that they can care for their child alone - a rare occurrence in Mandalorian Space.
Orange -
lust for life, shereshoy
[The colour to the right is literally as close as I could get to Boba Fett's armour. The image on the left is Irish Stone, T15 164.7, and the right is Deep Veridian, T10 54F-2.]
Green - Vorpan
Duty - often considered the workers' colour, green represents hard work, and deep commitment to a cause, a task, an ideal, or an action. Many members of the Fett House predominantly wear this colour as a nod to their humble beginnings, and many farmers and tradespeople wear some small segment of green to denote their occupation. The kind of green, and the way it is worn can also denote different trades and employment types, although like with most colours, each mandalorian is ultimately able to make decisions for themself on what their colours mean to them.
The Observed and Official Greater House uses;
[This section is for Fanon, or non-official colours. The Mandalorian Mercs and other cosplay groups have commonly accepted colour codes, as do some sections of the Fanfic writing community. If anyone has any colour ideas, do let me know, and feel free to leave a link to other colour charts in the notes! It's my ambition to make sourcing knowledge on Mandalorian culture easier and easier for newer fans.]
[Image for Beskar Silver was taken from the Etsy Adds for Beskar Ingots. There are multiple companies and craftspeople that make these - vey cool! I can not let myself buy any. I can not!!!]
Silver - Beskar
The Colour of unpainted beskar, the associated meanings are either that you have not had the chance to paint it, or if you are in full, evidently in use armour, that you have no right to wear paint. It is the assumed non-colours of the Silver Children (An Elite Group of Mandalorian Ori'ramikade) and the Naasaade (the Nameless Society, a group of Mandalorians who have either been put towards the path of redemption by order, or by choice) and of many bounty hunters of the Outer Rim who seek to keep their clan affiliations a secret. It is widely believed that if any Mandalorian is to have honour, it is one in silver, as it infers that this particular Mandalorian will do all that is possible to be seen as honourable once more by themselves, others, their clan, and the Ka'ra.
[The image on the left is Blue Booties (I know right?), T15 142.1, and the image on the right is Reflection, T15 142.2. I included an eggshell blue, and a powder, almost greenish pale blue. I even checked the definition of Cyan for you. Essentially, really light teal, like, really light.]
Cyan, or Sky Blue -
'New Love', often used as the symbol of engagement. Most Mandalorians cannot afford to exchange and modify pieces of their armour from one partner to another, and so instead of this practice from the eras of battlefield weddings, most unmarried warriors are encouraged to carry a small vial of this colour paint instead. This is a practice seen more amongst the traditionalists, who believe in earning armour on your own merit, and not upon the backs of others. Other methods of using this colour is in Cyan Beads upon your kute, or the addition of decorative cord upon a warrior's shoulder to denote engagement, or new marriage.
The Two Shades of Purple
[Purple is a difficult colour. Caught between red and blue, and having so many varied shades and meanings across both Mandalore, and the fandom, I've done my best to create the general feel of what purple means to a culture obsessed with living life to the fullest, and honouring your oaths.]
[Image on the left has Imperial Violet, T15 211.4, and the image on the right has Purple Statice, T15 210.5. I grabbed both a warm and cool variety for those of you with colour schemes to match. Purple is a colour often associated in fandom with chance, hope, and luck.]
a) Lavender, or Violet
The colour of luck and chance, Violet and Lavender are supposed to be a sign of recognition and faith to the old Mandalorian God and Spirit of Luck, and although belief in the Gods has long since faded, folklore still holds most shades of lighter purple as the colour of chance, change, and good futures. It is a common colour for new parents wishing to do right by their children.
[Image on the left is Imperial Purple, T15 213.7, and the image on the right is Royal Indigo, T15 130.7. Again, I have used both warm and cool shades to allow as much versatility as possible with colour palletes.]
b) Indigo
Often considered the colour of hope, Indigo and its shades are often used to mean the same things as other shades of purple, and when paired with colours such as Cyan, and Teal, or even most forms of blue, is meant to inspire a sense of gratitude, or gratefulness for victory, present peace, currently good fortune and such, whilst lighter shades are meant to bring said fortune.
[Image on the left is Tapestry Teal, T15 153.6, and the image on the right is Lagoon Teal, T15 153.5. Both Teals are on the lighter side, but you can absolutely go darker in this colour and have the same meaning.]
Teal -
Considered the unofficial colours of the New Mandalorians, the colour was originally worn only by medics, emergency workers, and those who had retired from active combat. It was supposed to be the colour of those who had seen violence, and stood up to atrocities in the name of peace. It is now considered a cowards colour amoungst Kyrtsaade circles, and New Mandalorians forbade its application in armour as a falsehood and a breaking of the Healers Code. However, Traditionalists and Way Followers still view it as the colour of choice for more reserved, shrewd verde who fight as a last resort.
[images above are to the left, Minty Green, T15 165.3, and to the right, Sherbet Lime, T15 167.3. Once again, included a warm and cool option.]
Light Green -
'Lust for peace', 'The Guardian', or 'Peace Keeper's Colours'. Often used by warriors who practice non-lethal forms of combat - guards that utilise stun batons and blanks instead of live ammunition. Under the New Mandalorians, it became indistinguishable from Teal and its meanings, but in all other forms of Mandalorian culture, Light Green is used for warriors and guards of sacred r special places, such as schools, hospitals, or the water ways. Light Green is a deeply respected, and widely used colour, even if its meaning has been watered down and misinterpreted by the galaxy at large.
Yellow - Shi'yayc
Dark Green
Dark Blue
Tan
Brown
Cream/Beige
Maroon and Burgundy
[I couldn't pick one... Image above contains Baby Girl, Pigtail Pink, River Rouge, Spring Pink, Jaguar Rose, After the Dance, Flamenco Fire, Turkish Delight, Pink Flambe, Pink Clay Pot, Bold Flame and Strawberry Splash. The codes are found on Taubmans website.]
Pink -
Respect, Knowledge, and Respected. Interestingly, pink in Mandalorian Space is a colour of status, as a unification of white and red, it combines the ideas of horouring those that raised you, and your new beginnings, and the outcome became the colour pink. Different shades mean different things in the more secular coverts, but it is important to note that field archivists, officers, and journalists have a tendency to wear at least some pink.
Additional Colours and Varieties;
Metallics
Mattes and Gloss
Patterning
Symbols of the Mandalorians;
The symbols used in Mandalore are vast, and complicated, and often the colour can change the meaning of the symbol. Colour is, as always, up to the discretion and particular tastes of the Mandalorian in question, but there are common associations, and symbols mandated for use by specific beings.
[Extrapolation will be added]
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[Wrote this for my own use, and as a guide on mainstream Mandalore and the subsects we might actually see in Disney media (can you see me distancing their bizarre writing from myself? can you??) after all, the official website lists Din's armour as grey? What?? Bro, no.]
Resources;
The only copy of the old Fan Canon List I could find:
[Fanon List in image is as follows; Purple - Luck, Pink - Respected or Respecting Someone, White - Purity, Brown - Valor, Maroon - Power, Light Green - Lust for Peace, Scarlet - Defiance, Silver - Seeking Redemption, Yellow - Remembrance, Teal - Healing.]
Found on Pinterest. It used to part of one of the cosplay forums, but I can no longer find it. It runs off old canon. There are some issues with the list, but ah well.
Mandalorian Mercs Forum; [here]
They're rather official, and a great deal of their stuff is incredibly helpful, but I find their website hard to navigate. Probably just me though.
Mandalorian Wikipedia Colours; [here]
It doesn't have any of the extended fanon colours, but it dos have an in depth expose on what colour canon and EU Legends has provided us with.
Mando'a Translator; [here]
Not entirely sure how well it works, but it does simple words fine. Its sentence structure is terrible, just like all translate apps, so be warned.
Mando'a Dictionary and Forum; [here]
This Mando'a dictionary has got to be the most comprehensive I have found, however there are still mistakes. The only reason I know that is I printed the whole thing and read it like some kind of nerd.
Mandalorian Colour Definition found on Tumblr;[here]
This one is made by another user, I am unsure of their sources, but it matches closely with a great deal that I have found, so it’s pretty accurate so far.
Another Handy Mando'a forum; here
If there are any other helpful websites and links you can think of, let me know. The Codex will have reference to this chart at some stage, but I'll get to that later. I'm just religiously ignoring the Mandalorian Cookbook I started whilst sick last year. You never hear of it, it never existed.
[I will update this as I make further research.]
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