my favorite thing about s8-9 is reid's and blake's dynamic, since he was 31 and she was 50 at the time
and sure, they're both adults and co-workers, but reid lighs up when she's around, and she barely joins the team and already notices and praises him for the things he's usually made fun of
Warnings: smut, mentions of mommy kink and alcohol, (legal) age gap
Background:
You had been with the BAU for two years and had been immensely attracted to your boss and BAU Unit Chief Emily Prentiss since the day you joined. At times it definitely distracted you, but for the most part you were able to push your crush aside when it came to your job. You had joined the FBI softball team with Derek (who was your best friend on the team), and the rest of the team came out to watch the two of you play. (Emily is chief but for the sake of story Derek is still on the team :).)
first fanfic in a while so hope it’s decent
also i dont play softball so forgive the inaccuracies
“You ready, track star? You’re up to bat after this inning,” He asked you tauntingly, a grin on his face.
You laughed, “Shut up, Morgan. You should’ve stuck to football, do me a favor and have a beer ready for me after I hit a hit home run.”
He scoffed, “Yeah, right.”
Soon enough, there you stood on the plate. You had been playing ball since you were old enough to join a team, it had become like second nature to you. The batting cages were how you usually let off steam after a tough case.
You took a deep breath as you brought the bat up, steadying your stance as you and the pitcher stared at each other. Most of the other team was guys, and you could tell they didn’t expect much from you. You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you waited for the pitch.
It happened within an instant, the ball came flying towards you and without even having to think you cracked your bat against it. There was a soaring sound as it flew over the field and out of bounds.
You tore the helmet off your head as claps and cheers erupted from the crowd. You look at Derek, a shit-eating grin on your face as you simply shrugged and began your jog around the bases. He shook his head, laughing at you as he prepared to grab you a beer.
From the crowd, your team cheered the whole time you ran. Penelope was the loudest, of course, as she had brought plenty of noisemakers and kazoos. You nodded an acknowledgment at them as you were going past the stands, looking mostly at Emily, who gave you a small wave.
You were slightly stunned to see her wearing a t-shirt with your number on it. Granted, Penelope and JJ also had your number while Spencer and Rossi sported Derek’s. It still made your cheeks heat up a little.
You got back to box, Derek greeting you with a fist bump and a grin as he handed you a beer. “Thanks, asshole,” you said.
“Hey now, I won’t doubt you again,” he joked as you both took your seats. You couldn’t help but look back at Emily to see her staring at you as well. You blushed a little again and turned back around quickly before Derek could see you. He would never let you hear the end of it if he knew you had a crush on your boss.
You had hid it pretty well from everyone, after all they were profilers so you knew you had to really push your feelings down if you didn’t want them finding out. You knew you could never act on any of those feelings, but you reasoned that everyone had fantasies that would never happen. Perhaps you hadn’t hid it so well from her though?
You sipped on your beer but you could feel her eyes on you still. You tried to push the thought out of your mind, her eyes watching you.
It didn’t take long for your team to strike out, and you were back on the outfield and you couldn’t help but see her watching you. You could’ve sworn you saw her wink. You looked around you and then met her eyes again, obvious confusion on your face. She hid her laugh, standing up and walking off to what you could only presume was the bathroom or something.
You were so distracted you missed the ball that landed practically right next to you, Derek running up beside you and picking it up. “What the hell, Y/L/N? I shouldn’t have given your ass that beer, lightweight,” he laughed at you as he ran off with the ball.
Before you knew it the game was over, you had hit two more home runs both times you were up to bat, something you were definitely hanging over Derek’s head. The sun was starting to set as both teams filed out of the field and met up with their respected loved ones.
The team was chattering various congratulations on winning and you all agreed to go to a nearby restaurant to eat. You noticed Emily was staring at you, like blatantly staring at you as if she wanted you to notice.
You were about to ask Derek for a ride to the restaurant when Emily suddenly asked you, “Need a ride?”
You were a little stunned but didn’t let it show, “Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind? I was gonna ask Morgan but—”
“I don’t mind,” she interrupted you, her gorgeous smile erupting on her features. The team went their separate ways and you followed Emily to her car.
After you were inside Emily spoke first, “How long have you been playing?” she asked as you reached for the seatbelt.
“Ah, since I was young, 7 or 8 probably,” you replied nonchalantly, keeping your eyes forward as she started the car up.
“That’s impressive, you play well. I’ll have to come to more of these softball games,” she says, a smile etching her mouth as she spoke. You felt your stomach flutter slightly.
“Thanks, chief. Appreciate it,” you kept your sentences short for fear you would stumble over your words. She could sense you were nervous.
“You never call me Emily,” she noted, glancing at you momentarily.
“Ma’am?” you replied, a little confused.
“Just something I’ve noticed. You always call me Prentiss, or chief, or boss, but never Emily.”
“I guess… I’ve just always seen you as my boss. Everyone else worked with you before you were Unit Chief, but you were chief when I joined so I guess it’s hard for me to separate you from that,” you lied, knowing you couldn’t call her Emily because of the sound of her name on your tongue only made the butterflies in your stomach worse.
“I see,” she hummed. “So it has nothing to do with your little crush?” She looked over at you again.
It was hard to control your facial expression, your eyes widening just slightly before you answered, clearing your throat as you did, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”
You looked over at her, and couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on the way her jeans hugged her thighs, the smile that tugged the corners of her mouth and sparkled in her eyes.
“You know I can see you, you’re going to deny it while actively checking me out?” she teased you. You stammered, unable to find your words. You knew you had been caught.
“It’s cute, really. At first I thought you just had authority issues and you were intimidated by me so you avoided me, but I figured out pretty quickly that wasn’t the case,” her hand reached over to squeeze your thigh. Your eyes focused on her fingers wrapped around your leg, trying to ignore the feelings and thoughts it was arousing. You closed them quickly.
“It’s flattering,” she continued, her voice getting lower, “and I won’t lie I’ve thought about it more than once. But something about seeing you today, out there rolling around in the dirt, kicking all those guys asses every time you went up to bat—” You had to stop her, opening your eyes which made you realize that she had parked.
“Chief, this is— it’s very inappropriate and uh,” you stammered but she just laughed, leaning into you so close you could smell her perfume.
“What’s inappropriate is having feelings for your boss, who is almost 2 decades older than you,” her eyes were narrow, studying you. You couldn’t control your expression at this point and you could only imagine the horror that manifested on your face. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, rubbing your thighs together, which she definitely took note of.
“Relax, Y/N,” she cooed at you, giving your thigh another reassuring squeeze.
“So what, you’ve known the whole time?” you ask, unable to meet her eyes.
“Well I didn’t know for sure, it was more intuition,” she smiled. You glanced down, admiring her full lips. “But it didn’t affect your work, and you never acted on it so I just let it be. Is that what you’d like me to do?”
“No,” you hadn’t been so quick to speak since you had gotten in her car. “No, that’s not what I want.” You looked at her eyes finally, they were still narrow but darker than before.
“So what do you want?” she husks, biting her lip which was something that drove you crazy. You instinctually averted your gaze because you had gotten so used to doing so at work whenever she would do that to prevent any feelings arising.
“Nuh uh, don’t look away now,” she said, hooking a finger under your chin to pull your face to meet hers again.
“You, Emily. I want you,” your heartbeat was thumping in your ears loudly, your stomach felt like it was trying to expel itself, and there was a similar throbbing you were beginning to feel in your pants.
“Get in the back. Lay down,” she commanded you. Your limbs seemed to move themselves as you climbed into the backseat, lying flat at your back with your feet planted firmly on the seat. You heard a slight shuffle from the front of the car but you couldn’t focus on anything but trying to calm your nerves. You wondered if this was truly happening or if you were just having some sort of in depth dream.
Suddenly Emily appeared above you, straddling your hips sans pants, as she pressed a few sensual kisses to your lips. A soft moan escaped your parted lips, your hands gripped her hips firmly following her movement as she rolled them, grinding into your midriff.
She pryed her lips from yours, her hand turning your head by grabbing your jaw to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna sit on your face and ride it till you make me cum. Is that okay with you, sweet girl?” You whimpered at her words, nodding.
“I need verbal consent,” she said, her tongue swiping along your jawline.
“Emily, please,” you begged her. “Please ride my face.” Her hips shifted, leaving a small slick spot on your exposed abdomen before she was hovering above your mouth. You wasted no time, wrapping your arms around the back of her legs and pulling her into your mouth.
You moaned into her cunt as your tongue made contact with it, tasting her for the first time. One of her hands gripped the armrest on the door, the other resting affectionately in your hair.
She gasped softly as your tongue explored her wetness, becoming more confident as her moans encouraged you. You gripped the flesh of her thighs and ass, drawing another groan from her while her hips began to roll lazily in a slow rhythm.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good,” her head was tilted back, back arched ever so slightly as her hips began to move with more purpose. You were taking mental snapshots of every noise and movement she made, studying which strokes of your tongue elicited more reaction.
Your fingers tugged gently on the hem of her shirt as you mumbled, “Off? Please.” A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she groaned from the vibration of your voice. Her eyes met yours and you stared up at her innocently, pushing your tongue further into her wetness.
“You’ve been such a good girl, you want to see more of mommy?” she smirked above you, knowing the effect her words had on you as you squirmed underneath her. Her voice was low, almost sinister, as she spoke.
“Emily, please,” you groaned, your mind clouded by arousal. She pulled the shirt over her head, and you couldn’t help but notice your last name lettered across the back. It only turned you on more.
Your eyes dragged over Emily’s toned body, her full breasts swaying as she ground her sex into your mouth. You ran your fingers up her torso, admiring her figure as you zeroed in on her clit with your tongue.
Her fingers tangled in her hair as her moans increased in pace and volume. “Fuck, don’t stop,” she groaned, closing her eyes and tipping her head back. You felt her thighs contracting against the side of your face, gripping you slightly.
She pulled her cunt from your lips rather quickly, snaking her body down yours and straddling your hips again. You sat up, extending your legs as she pulled you in for a deep kiss. As she pulled away, she swiped her finger along your chin collecting her juices and gently pushed it between your lips.
“Suck,” she demanded, her tone firm and authoritative while her eyes followed yours. You closed your lips around her finger, eyes fluttering closed as you tasted her again. You swirled your tongue lightly across the digit, giving Emily a show as you slowly released it from your mouth.
You opened your eyes to find Emily’s gorgeous smile, her eyes admiring you affectionately. She kissed you softly once more, her hands cupping your face while her thumb gently stroked your cheek. “Good girl. Jump back up front and pass me my clothes. After dinner, I’ll take you back to my place and take care of you, sound okay?” She said, brushing her fingers through your hair.
“Yeah,” you whispered softly, entranced by the way she seemed to look at you. You did as she had asked you and after a few moments she had joined you in the front seat again. You sat quietly, your face red with embarrassment.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” she said, turning your head to face her. Her hand dropped down, squeezing you thigh in reassurance. “What’s on your mind?”
You cleared your throat, “Um, how did you know that— um.” Your words seemed to fail you as you stammered, trying to find the least embarrassing way to address what you were wondering.
She grinned, she really seemed to enjoy making you squirm. “What? Mommy?” She raised her eyebrow at you knowingly, as if she didn’t even have to ask.
Your breath caught in your throat as you quickly said, “Yeah— uh, yeah, that.” You shook your head as if trying to remove the word from your thoughts.
“Doesn’t take a profiler to realize you have mommy issues, pretty girl. Plus you had to excuse yourself from that interview I did that one time, so that told me everything I needed—” She said playfully, never taking her hand off your thigh.
You nodded in embarrassment, laughing slightly as you interrupted her, “Okay, I get it.” You rested your hand on top of hers.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” she smiled at you, leaning into your ear. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel so good later.” You whimpered softly, biting your lip to muffle the sound that escaped your lips.
“Now, we’ll tell the team we went to the wrong restaurant when we get there. Give me a kiss.” You pressed a soft, short kiss to her lips as you felt her signature smile tugging her lips again. “Such a good girl,” she whispered.
a/n - i am ashamed <3 and also rip to the hotel cleaner :/
wc: 1.3k
Emily Prentiss is always one step ahead; she knows what she’s doing with each decision methodically planned and today was no different. Just as with her work, any day she decides to plan an achingly torturous moment of teasing directed your way, she performs her ideas meticulously.
She watched you drink the coffees she supplied you with, and sip on the glasses of water she filled for you under the innocent facade of keeping you sufficiently hydrated. She made sure to pull you away with a task she feigned was important each time you began to head in the direction of a bathroom. She’d see you walk towards the doors and suddenly another job was more worth your time; she’d smirk at your obedience, always dropping what you’re doing for her.
By the time she was driving you both back to the hotel, your leg was bouncing rapidly, fidgeting in your seat with nervous agitations at the tension in your abdomen.
She could see how desperate you were, all too aware of the tapping of your foot against the car mat as soon as she began the drive from the station. She didn’t let you see the amusement on her face though she often glanced over at you whilst she drove. Each tormenting second that passed had you squirming in your seat and the hand she lay in your lap didn’t help matters at all. The way she let her fingers dig into the flesh of your inner thigh only made you tense more and you tried to wriggle out of her reach when she dared to inch towards your clothed cunt.
“Emily,” you breathed; you adored her touch more than anything but right now all you could think of was your need to use the bathroom.
“Hm?” She barely uttered a return, keeping her hand where she wanted it, knowing you truly didn’t want to be left wanting contact. She could see, with the way your teeth bit into your bottom lip, that you couldn’t focus on anything else - that you were too embarrassed to utter the reasoning for your frustrations.
Your girlfriend had made sure to be the one to have the key to your hotel room and she purposefully took her time to make her way into the building whilst you hurried ahead of her, waiting impatiently for her to saunter up to you.
With your mind unable to think of anything else, the elevator ride was practically silent with only the scuffing of your feet against the ground with each restless and fidgeting movement.
When you’d finally made it to your shared room she anticipated the moments to come and executed her plan perfectly. She didn’t let you pass her when you crossed the threshold, grabbing your wrist to pull you backwards. And, just like always, her lips on yours left you thinking of nothing else.
The fullness of your bladder was nothing of importance when she was paying attention to you; pushing her lips to yours and her tongue past them further, making quick work on the buttons of your shirt. The chill of the room fell against your back when she'd rid you of the clothing and in your haze of her you instinctively fiddled with the belt around her hips.
Just like a practised routine, your clothes were discarded, her skin was warm against yours and you followed her lead to the freshly made hotel bed. Strong hands guided your body to straddle her legs and, with a smirk at your writhing, a thigh lifted up to push against you. She knows just how pliable you are when it comes to her, how easy it is to bend your mind into one that can only focus on her.
Emily held you tightly, pushing you onto her while her teeth ghosted the sensitive skin along the column of your throat. But with the pressure she applied to your clothed cunt, came that pulling sensation she’d distracted you from.
“Em, I’ve gotta go,” you whispered and her hands that held onto you tightened their grasp with the bluntness of her nails digging into your waist. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
Your attempt to move was soon ripped from you when she held her ground, keeping you firmly in place with dark eyes peering up at you through her lashes. The look she sported was new, one that dared to tread in uncharted territory; it was lusting and bled with control, and you couldn't look away.
“What’s the matter, sweet girl?” she spoke with an innocent obliviousness you knew was a facade. Her tongue swiped over her kiss-blushed lips whilst her hand made its mischievous way to your stomach with a pressure that made you lurch.
“Emily, please,” you whimpered, fidgeting in place, forbidding yourself to give heed to the feeling between your legs when the matter at hand was much more pressing. She shook her head and smirked; your body heated in an apprehension at the way she continued to push onto your lower stomach.
“Just let it all go, sweetheart,” she breathed. You could tell by the way she glanced downwards that she was serious, that her methodical taunting had been leading up to this moment that she craved. She wanted to see you fall apart before her, to be vulnerable and at her mercy.
“I can't,” you uttered in return. Your voice was quiet, trying your hardest to hold back despite the way she nudged her fingers against your clit.
“C’mon, be good for mommy,” she murmured beside your ear, cupping the side of your neck to pull your face to hers.
With the perfect way she licked at your collarbone, sucking marks into your skin, your mind couldn't hold onto that semblance of composure - your body couldn't.
You felt the heat in your underwear, tentative and shy at first, but the groan at the back of Emily's throat spurred you on. She wanted this, and you did too, despite the way you feel that slightest bit of shame gnaw at you. Though, you suppose, the air of humiliation is what pulls at the core of arousal within you.
You let yourself give in, giving Emily the feeling of warm wetness against her thigh. She was in complete control of you, and she adored it.
Knowing that you were pleasing her so made it that much more of a relief as your aching bladder emptied bit by bit until her hot breath against your skin quickened with her growing arousal; her need to have you. Her little toy, so good for her.
“So obedient for me, hm?” she rasped, claiming your lips for herself as she aided the movements of your hips, rutting against her leg with a neediness she loved to see.
Your swollen clit bumped against her with every glide of your body and the fingertips she replaced it with only pulled you nearer the edge. You could see the darkened patch of arousal on her underwear and set her skin alight with the trailing of your fingers downwards until they met the slick of her cunt.
You matched her rhythm and the hips that met your every swipe against her clit let you know she was just as affected by the evening.
The lewd sounds between your thighs and the gasps for breath that bounced between you filled the room; the sloppy and breathless kisses were punctuated with sporadic moans at the backs of your throats and each second drew you both nearer to climax.
“I’m so close,” she uttered against your lips. “Cum with me, honey.”
It took little more than fingertips tracing the swollen clit with digits coated in her arousal to pull her orgasm to the surface, and you weren't far behind. The feelings washed over you both, breaths stolen by the thick space of passionate arousal.
She kept up slow pulls of your body towards hers whilst your heart pounded within your chest and you licked your fingers clean with a satisfied hum at the flavour of your lover on your tongue.
For: Anonymous Request, filling the slot of praise kink for @cmkinkbingo2024
EXPLICIT CONTENT, SMUT
Content Warnings: Strapon (reader receiving), introducing new things in bedroom, soft!Dom Emily, description of sex toys, squirting, inexperienced reader, use of baby as a pet name
Summary: You find Emily's suggestion to spice things up very appealing.
Author's Note: Holy shit when I tell you I have never been sicker. I literally was typing gibberish thinking it made sense. Anyways, dw, this is hot, I promise.
Feedback is always welcome!
Requests are OPEN!
You stared at Emily as she came home, scraping your food around on your plate haphazardly until she was finished unpacking. Her trained eyes immediately read your body language, setting off red flags in her brain.
"Hey, is something wrong?"
You tensed up at the sound of her sultry voice. After she came back from a case, you typically gave her a massage before letting your hands wander. And sometimes, the roles were reversed.
Her smooth, soft hands caressed your muscles, relieving every ache while simultaneously growing the one in your core.
You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of her voice, setting your plate in the sink. "I, um, I saw your package."
Her face fell slightly, although you could see a burning curiosity beginning to kindle. She knew, of course, exactly what you had found. She had purchased a strap on, nothing unimaginable, about five inches. Emily took a small step towards you before reaching her hands out.
You took them gratefully, a little bit nervous about where this was going but ready to explore.
"Last week, I was thinking. I'm usually on top in the bedroom, and I know we've already used toys, but you've never tried this."
Your face flushed, already aware of your inexperience when it came to your relationships with women. But Emily was always patient, asking questions and putting boundaries in place. She truly was the perfect partner.
So that's why with a shaky breath, you nodded, giving her a kiss. "I'd like to try that."
So that's how you found yourself on the bed five minutes later, your legs spread and knees pressed to your chest. She had been properly prepping you for a while, but you were desperate.
"Em, please, I want you."
She turned away, grabbing the harness and fastening it carefully.
"Just relax, baby. I'll take care of you."
Emily positioned herself at your entrance, rubbing the spongy tip up and down your dripping slit. The teasing was making you even more hot and bothered, which she could easily tell. "Ready for me?" She waiting for your nod of affirmation before slowly pressing inside.
You gasped involuntarily, feeling the head of the cock begin to breach you. She drove it in carefully, like she was trying not to break you. As hesitant as you were before, you wanted to feel the full spectrum of what she had to offer. "The whole thing." You said, not even realizing it was out loud.
She nodded, concentration beading on her brow. "Is this what you want?" She asked as the leather harness hit your thighs.
You shook your head, savoring the feeling of her sheathed deep inside you. "I need you to be rough, like you usually are."
She bit her lip, looking the opposite of the dominating figure she usually was in the bedroom.
"Are you sure? This is something new and I don't-"
Her voice trailed off as you began rocking against her, grinding yourself up and down the rubber. She looked down for a second before deciding to begin a steady pace.
Both of your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls and going back into your cores. She moved inside you with a purpose, hitting that button with every stroke. Your face was contorted in pleasure, and she committed it to memory.
Emily watched you writhe and moan beneath her with a sly smile, unable to help fondling your bouncing tits. "Oh baby, you're taking my cock so well."
You nodded at her words, eager to please as you rutted against her to assist in your pleasure. When she began to circle your clit with a single finger, the sensation made you shudder, your whole body quaking as it surrendered to her touch. She saw this and knew it, urging you closer to that orgasm you knew you were about to hit. "Come on baby, let me see you coat my cock. Just like that."
She didn't speed up, or go harder, just kept doing the same thing she had been to get the best reaction. And you knew you were a goner the second you heard a sloshing noise from between your legs. Almost immediately, a gush of liquid emanated from between your thighs.
She fucked you through your orgasm, making sure to slowly bring you down with words of encouragement before sliding the cock out from between your legs.
"How was it?"
You just nodded, too dazed to truly respond. She laughed at that, cleaning you up and leaving the toy on the corner of the bed, ready for your inevitable request of a second round
MDNI. Disclaimer, I am NOT responsible for your media consumption and will not take accountability from any issues it may have caused once you've clicked on the links below.
୨ৎ - Fucking back to Emily's thigh while she fingers you
୨ৎ - Pounding you on her living room rug
୨ৎ - Emily riding your strap after a hard day as unit chief :( (pt.1)
୨ৎ - Fucking her from behind after shes had a hard day (pt.2)
୨ৎ - Being in between Jj and Emily in a threesome
୨ৎ - Going shopping while she pulls you aside to an empty aisle
୨ৎ - Holding your hands behind your back while your ride her
୨ৎ - !gun play! “you really need to be a different kind of slut to enjoy this”
୨ৎ - Hotch taking care of Emily while you were out
୨ৎ - Scissoring with Emily
୨ৎ - Older!Emily sending you videos of her squirting on her sex doll wishing it were you
୨ৎ - Being her passenger princess
୨ৎ - Jj pounding Emily into her bed
୨ৎ - Dry humping against the dining table
୨ৎ - Prentiss getting fucked against a wall
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Note: can we get this to hit 1k notes and I’ll drop links for Spencer and Aaron? (Jj is still being worked on in my drafts)
Fic writers.. please, I’m begging you. On my knees. PLEASE write about Colonel Ward. I’ll take anything, headcanons, thoughts, imagines, please god I need sustenance🙏😮💨
The new Mandalorian Visual Guide book is out, so let’s see what it says about the Sisters Kryze.
I’m actually appreciative of what was established. It doesn’t fix the fracked up canonical timeline, but it also doesn’t add to it either. Whether it was intentional or not, it also seems to suggest that Bo-Katan is not that much younger than Satine. (Everyone, rejoice!)
We FINALLY have a Satine mention. This is the first time that Bo-Katan has been said to have a sister (not just a father) since she was brought into live action.
This is also the first time we’ve had an “authoritative” (for better and worse) source that has canonized the idea that Bo-Katan felt overshadowed by Satine.
But keep that in mind. We’ll come back to it.
I’m grateful that they’re pushing against the idea that Satine somehow imposed pacifism on the Mandalorians. It’s already been canon for years that Satine was confirmed as leader by the Mandalorian clans, who were exhausted from endless wars and longing for peace.
I do not like the fact that Star Wars is leaning into the idea that Bo-Katan’s participation in Death Watch was “impulsive.” It’s such a cop-out to say that Bo joined a terrorist cult by accident instead of that she was once convinced by their violent, traditionalist rhetoric and later saw the error of her ways.
(But I’m not surprised given the fact that The Mandalorian has also ceased portraying Children of the Watch as a cult that Din needs to evolve beyond.)
The way Dave Filoni used to talk about Bo’s decision to join Death Watch seems to me to imply a measured and resolute decision, not a decision made by someone young and impetuous.
I have a rather lengthy backstory that even explains how [Bo] became a Death Watch soldier that goes all the way back to the time she and Satine are six. Because to figure out how she got to that point, and yet Satine is a duchess... I have a whole story about who their father was and what their relationships were and everything with Vizsla, going back for a very long time and how that intersects with Obi-Wan Kenobi. (2013)
(TBH, it’s a little strange and disconcerting that they are overemphasizing the fact that Satine’s death was caused by Maul, who *betrayed* Death Watch, as if Pre Vizsla wasn’t already planning to kill Satine himself. It suggests to me that they’re doing their best to explain away Bo-Katan’s time in Death Watch and likely have no plans to address that issue with any kind of weight.)
However, I’m actually surprised and pleased that they did not canonize that Bo-Katan was a teenager in TCW.
I was scared by the line “exposure to conflict since her teenage years” but that actually makes more sense if you assume her teenage years were during the Great Clan Wars (the same as Satine) as opposed to during Satine’s reign.
Which, as I’ve elucidated before, is also established by The Mandalorian itself by the fact that Bo-Katan says her father was present at her Creed Swearing ceremony, which seems to happen when Mandalorians are about 13.
Based on Adoniram Kryze’s death date, Bo cannot be more than four or so years younger than Satine.
To me, the line about Bo “in her youth” being overshadowed by Satine also suggests that they cannot be more than a couple years apart in age.
If Bo was in fact a teenager during The Clone Wars, then she would have been 15+ years younger than Satine. Both of her parents would have died shortly after Bo’s birth because they are dead before Satine meets Obi-Wan, and Satine would have raised her younger sister AND her nephew-son together.
Under that circumstance, it would be so ridiculous to say that Bo-Katan felt “overshadowed” by her sister, who was functioning as her mother.
Beyond that, the book established that Bo is proficient in the same style of jet pack combat that Din Djarin was trained in. It continues to be a mystery how Children of the Watch is connected to Death Watch, which discovered Din in the first place.
It’s interesting that they still listed Bo-Katan’s homeworld as Kalevala even though she says that she was “born on” Mandalore. Maybe Mandalore just has better hospitals than Kalevala.
I don’t think this is new, but Bo-Katan is also four inches shorter than Satine, which is strange to me, but it reflects the real life heights of Katee Sackhoff and Cate Blanchett.
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