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Mothers n Monsters

With Mother's Day coming up I figured I would include some wholesomeness involving the Hybrid 141. The following is inspired by @bluegiragi 's Hybrid au and includes @diejager 's reader character Hunter.

Mother's Day is something you are still new to since it was a holiday your biological parents didn't bother with. When you were in the program some of the other hybrids found mother figures in their retainers and mentors.

When it gets brought up in conversation and you learn more you start to wonder who exactly your mother is. Johnny's mom is definitely in there since she took you in. Hunter, you consider a parent because of how they've taken care of you in many ways, and not just you but the entirety of the 141. The last one you think of is Laswell since she'd been talking to you quite a bit to get information back to the program and keep you safe.

The question is... what do you do for each of them?

You ask Johnny for help with Mother's Day with his mother. Johnny often goes into whatever city is nearby and sends a few souvenirs to his mom, whether it's some trinkets, ingredients or even some alcohol. With it, he writes a letter, and you write one too. When the package arrives his mother smiles seeing the usual letter from her son, saying he's happy and grateful to have someone waiting for him to come home every day. What she isn't expecting is a second letter from you, and the adoption papers fully signed. In the letter, you tell her how happy you are to have a family not just on base but one waiting for you in Scotland. You've written about so many of the things you've done and all the things you're excited to do. You thank he for everything, letting you stay with them during the holidays, the extra clothes, and for becoming your new mother. She smiles reading through both letters, before finally looking inside the care package, seeing more than just knickknacks and the bottle of alcohol. You've left some drawings for her as well, of flowers you'd found and places you'd been.

Hunter is a bit harder. They're the kind of person who will say, "I don't need/want anything". You don't know what to get them so once again, you go around asking for help. Of course, you go to Johnny first, and he's a little confused at first. To his knowledge, Hunter doesn't have kids but when you explain your reasons that Hunter is kind of like a mom, he understands a bit better. Johnny has to think about it as well. He suggests coffee, as does Kyle. It's not a bad idea. You go to Price and ask him, and honestly he isn't sure himself. He settles with your help in the infirmary is probably enough. Next, you ask Simon. He also isn't sure but if he had to guess, probably less work needed to be done in the infirmary. Horangi straight up shrugs, not sure how to answer the question, though he figures that a massage or a few nights off would be a pleasant luxury. Konig did actually plan on getting Hunter something small for Hunter, not necessarily as a Mother's Day gift, but as a small thank you. A couple of chocolates couldn't hurt. You get Alejandro's input and it's one you can agree with, which is ensuring any and all prep work and inventory is completed ahead of time.

Rudolfo gives you a great idea though, the one you ask him for help with. Like Hunter, Rudolfo is human so he knows the drawbacks of being a human among many hybrids. You get one of those mugs, but make a custom label for it, and a bag of Hunter's favourite coffee and tea. For the next few days, you go to the other soldiers in the medbay to ask for their help in getting inventory and prep work done ahead of time, and they show you how to do all of it. When Hunter wakes up on Mother's Day they stretch, get out all of the sleepiness, and head over to the infirmary to get to work. When they get to the coffee machine they find the small gift and a small note. The note says, "Happy Mother's Day Hunter, I've gotten the prep work done in the infirmary the night before so you can have the morning to yourself. Enjoy." Hunter looks at the label on the mug and it says "The Beast".

Finally, there was Laswell, and once again you were a little stumped. You didn't know what she liked. Price is your go-to for this question, and he isn't entirely sure himself. He too, doesn't entirely understand the whole mom perception until you explain it. Not sure what else to suggest, he suggests you ask Laswell yourself.

Laswell comes to see you. These visits have become a bit more regular, to ensure the program has no reason to take you back. When you sit with her and go over the usual questions of, how are you, are you eating well, is everything going well on base, etc, you ask her what she would want for Mother's Day. The question catches her off guard a bit.

"Mother's Day? Spirit I'm not a mother." Laswell clarifies.

"You kind of are." You say. Laswell decides to humour you.

"How?" She asks.

"You always make sure we're okay on base, and have everything we need. You watch over us on missions, you come by to check in with me and make sure I'm okay. You've stood up for me before. When I saw my mother, and told you, you immediately called the program to tell them off for not telling us sooner." You explain. Laswell consider it for a moment and she gives you a smile. She didn't think of it like that, and honestly, she figured it was just part of the job and not much else.

"I think hearing all of that is enough for me." She tells you. "Thank you."

Note: Hey just wanted to chime in and wish y'all a good Mother's Day. I hope you're all doing well, and remember to take care of yourselves.

[kate-laswell]

Laswell uses cat videos to distract the 141.

[kate-laswell]

Hiiii :3 and could you do Kate laswell and könig with a reader who loved cuddles?

Hey there! Sure I can! But I don't write Laswell as very cuddly! But I made König's a bit longer to try and make up for it, hope that's alright!

Laswell and König with a Cuddly!Reader

Laswell: If you love cuddles then she’s the wrong person to ask for some, sorry. Sometimes she doesn’t mind them, sometimes she absolutely hates being touched. It’s very rare for her to initiate anything more than just a kiss to your cheek or a hand on your back for a short amount of time. Laswell genuinely is not a cuddly person, at all. Sometimes, on a good day, she might oblige if you ask her to. However, even then your cuddle sessions won’t be too long. And if I were you then I wouldn’t force her to cuddle you either, she’ll get snappy if you do. Your relationship is built on mutual trust and respect. You’re violating her boundaries if you force her to cuddle. Sorry, but that’s just how I’ve been writing her.

König: He’s not too fond of cuddles either, but he makes exceptions for his S/O. If you’re his S/O, that’s great! You can ask him for some cuddles and he’ll only very rarely say no to you. It’s usually when he’s busy that he’ll say no, but any other time? He’s free game. Again, you’re the only person he’s somewhat cuddly with. However, unlike Laswell, he sometimes will ask you for some cuddles himself. Sometimes even the big guy needs to hold someone, or even be held. I’ve said it before, but if you’re roughly the same size as him, or even taller than him, then he might hint at wanting to be held from time to time as well. But other than that, he’ll humor you. You can cuddle in any position you want, but he refuses to lie down on top of you. Even when you’re the same size as him, he won’t do it. König is aware he’s a very heavy lad, so he really doesn’t want to crush you. But if you wanna lie on top of him, then you can go right ahead, he really doesn’t mind. In those cases he actually quite likes it when you’re shorter than he is, because in that case you can lie on top of him in your entirety. He’ll wrap his arms around you, sometimes he’ll kiss the top of your head as well. Spooning with him is pretty nice. He’s a strong guy, and a warm one at that as well. Don’t ask him to cuddle you in summer, though, as he gets sweaty fairly easily and doesn’t want to gross you out. Besides, he also doesn’t want to sweat bullets just because you’re clinging to him. But you’re more than welcome to just plop down in his lap during any other season and nuzzle into him. He’ll call you “meine kleine Schmusekatze” or, if you’re being especially clingy, “mein kleines Schmusebärchen”. I think that eventually, when he comes home from an especially rough mission, he actually kind of looks forward to holding you. It’s not that unlikely that you might get hurt because of him, so it’s nice to get to hold you and make sure you’re safe within his arms. Sometimes, while you’re cuddling, he’ll tease you by speaking his dialect. He’s saying no mean things, though. It’s either how cute you are, how you can’t understand him, or just some random things he thought of at the moment. Even if you know German he’ll lay his dialect on extra thick so you can’t actually understand him.

[kate-laswell]

what do you think the bois™️ would do if one stole price's hoodie🤔

the Boys™️ would def keep Price's hoodie for themselves!

don't worry tho, they left a replica in it's place! (well, close enough at least,,,)

[kate-laswell]

More cod ponies✨

With pony ghost lore drop🫡✨ + Laswell

[kate-laswell]

Hallooo >:D and could you do Kate laswell and Nikolai with a s/o who is obsessed with the chihuahuas

Hey! Sure!

Laswell and Nikolai with a Chihuaha-Obsessed!Reader

Laswell: It’s lovely to her that you have such an interest in something. In fact, if you wanna tell her about chihuahuas, then you’re more than welcome to do so, she’ll listen to you. She’s not the most well versed in dogs. She knows a little about k9s, but that’s about all she knows. Besides, she’s never really cared much about dogs in the first place. She’s not an animal person, so she never really desired to get a pet either. In fact, if you tell her you want a pet dog, then she’ll just say no. However, if you just bring one home without her knowledge then she’ll pout for some time and be a bit annoyed, but she’ll get used to the critter eventually and treat it as family. However, it might take a while until she does. She won’t tell you to take it back to the shelter, though. It’s nice that you finally have a chihuahua, and with that something to take care of. You seem happy with it, which makes her happy as well, so she’ll allow it. But don’t bring a second one home. There’s only so many animals she can take. One is more than enough. If you bring a second one home then she will fight you on it.

Nikolai: He’s always preferred the bigger breeds. If anything, he’s always wanted a Caucasian shepherd, not something as small as a chihuahua. He wants a dog that he can take hunting, one that he can leave on its own that won’t die from the cold. If you bring home a chihuahua then he’ll bargain with you on getting a Caucasian shepherd as well. It’s only fair that the both of you get what you want. Overall, he’ll indulge you. You really want a chihuahua? Sure, why not. He’ll take care of the little thing. However, you might wanna make sure he doesn’t overfeed it as he wants to be the favorite by giving it snacks. However, he might tease it as well from time to time. Absolutely loves listening to you talk about chihuahua facts as you pet the little critter in your lap, he could listen to you for hours. If it’s something you’re rather fond of, he might pretend to have forgotten some of the facts just so you can tell him again and talk another hour about chihuahuas. If you’re the type of person who likes purses, then he’ll get you a purse in which you can carry around your dog. It looks kind of funny to him, so he’d love to see you actually use it too.

[kate-laswell]

I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 4 ☆ COD fanfic

Originally posted on my AO3, where I post all my stuff. Always read the tags of my fanfics. MDNI

[Chapter 1] ☆ [chapter 2] ☆ [chapter 3] ☆ [chapter 4]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 3/10 ☆ 2,204 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, more will be added.

The way your body felt sore made you want to go back to sleep, before you even opened your eyes. You were laying on something soft, but there was a weight upon you - and you had an awful headache.

That’s what happened when you got choked out and then drugged later, you supposed. This whole thing was getting more and more dangerous - and not in a way you liked, because you weren’t in control. Had this been a video game you would have either reloaded your safe from before you kidnapped Kate - or straight up just closed the game down.

The weight upon you moved a little.

Your eyes flew open.

Kate Laswell was above you… above you. To be more exact, she was sitting on your hips and lower stomach, an amused expression on her face. Like a cat, waiting for the mouse to realise it was doomed.

A small sound left you. Hadn’t you found out that she was a literal mob boss, you might have been so fucking horny right now. But the shock and fear kept that from you… for now.

Your arms were stretched above you in the bed, handcuffs wrapped around your wrists, connected to metal bars at the headboard. You pulled at them and the headboard didn’t budge one bit.

“The boys said you didn’t really break, Fae,” she mused, “that’s good. Makes me like you more.”

You blinked slowly, still feeling a little groggy.

“What’s happening?” You asked.

Kate grinned.

“I’m keeping you - for a little while at least. It’s been a while since I’ve been kidnapped and it was a pleasant experience. Besides, I still need some information from you.”

You groaned, closing your eyes again. This was so weird. In a way, you hoped this was just a drug induced dream.

“Don’t close those eyes on me, sweet thing,” Kate mused, gently tapping your cheek, “I’m not going to hurt you… much anyways.”

You weren’t sure that helped at all, but you still opened your eyes again.

“I was nice to you,” you argued.

“Yeah - and a shitty kidnapper.”

“So, you should let me go. They already threatened to kill me.”

“Aww, they did? Cute. But no no, I’m not letting you go. You still kidnapped me after all and I-“ she leant forward, each of her hands going on the sides of your head, bringing you closer, “- don’t like being kidnapped, whether the experience is good or not. Ruins my planning, you see? Now I’m behind on everything.”

You felt hot beneath her, you blood reaching boiling temperature soon, not from anger - no no, from being turned on.

“I - listen I’m sorry,” you whispered, not liking how your voice shook a little, “I didn’t know who you were.”

“No, I know darling. But I need you to be a good girl, yeah?”

The heat in your body decided to divide into two parts: one part went to your face, the other to your cunt. How the fuck did those two words cause such a reaction to your body? And from the sight of Kate above you, she was realising it too.

She opened her mouth to speak again, but was cut off by knocking on the door. You weren’t sure if you were relieved or not.

“What?” She called out, clearly annoyed by the interruption. The door opened and a handsome black man stepped in - who took one look at you and Laswell on top of you, before smiling as if this wasn’t an awkward moment. “Got a phone call ma’am. Alex says it’s important.”

If you weren’t wrong, that was Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick. Handsome bloke but just as dangerous as all the others.

Kate Laswell, the unknown mob boss of one of the biggest mobs in London, made no move to get off you , merely sat up straight again - and you were pretty sure you wanted to die of embarrassment as the man merely walked up to the two of you and offered the phone to Laswell. His eyes met yours then and you instantly looked away, turning your head. You moved a little beneath her, somewhat hoping it would annoy her and get her to go away. Instead it earned you a sharp slap on the cheek, while Kate continued to speak on the phone, without a change in her voice. She just sent you a look and you stilled beneath her, ignoring the man’s chuckle.

“Well, then bring them all here, Alex. I don’t think anyone will be bothered.”

You wanted to die of shame. A weirdly erotic death, with a beautiful strong woman above you, whose slap made you want to cry and moan at the same time.

A moment later, Kate gave back the phone. “Thank you, Gaz. Ask if he and Farah need help, okay?” 

“Yes ma’am.” He turned around as he added, “Have fun ma’am.”

“Watch it, Garrick.”

As the door closed, her attention was immediately back on you. One of her hands went to your cheek she had slapped just a minute ago, gently caressing it. “I’m sorry, Fae, didn’t mean to hit you but you were distracting me.”

It was a really shitty apology for hitting you, you knew. But… this was what slightly confused you, the way she softened when you were alone. Hell, she was nicer when kidnapped and alone with you. It could have been all pretend, a big strong feline pretending to be a friendly kitten. 

You didn’t answer her apology with anything but a little whimper, instead pulling on the chain connected to your cuffs and trying to move your legs to push her off.

She just laughed, somehow staying seated in your lap, her weight pressing down on top of your soft stomach. 

“Calm down sweetheart, don’t make me tie you up some more,” she said with a grin, giving you a gentle pat just beneath your neck.

Right now, you felt everything but dangerous. You felt weak and cornered, tired after passing out twice in one day, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, with a beautiful mob boss on top of you. If chaos was supposed to be your friend, you wished to remain lonely again. You should have kept to hacking, anyways. 

“I only had you for like - I don’t know 15 hours? And you weren’t even chained up in most of those!” You tried to argue, looking up at her with what you hoped was a pleading look, while Kate looked down at you, with a more, almost amused expression.

“Yeah but this is also about proving a point darling. Can’t have just anybody go around, thinking they can kidnap me.” She leant forward, her hand gently touching your cheek, before pinching it, “so you my Fae, will stay with me for at least two weeks. If I don’t kill you before, that is.”

“Two weeks?” You squeaked, as if that was the part you should be upset about in that sentence.

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She left you not too long after - letting you out of the cuffs, telling you that the room and bathroom was open for you to roam in. But if she found out you stepped even one step outside it, she would punish you.

A part of you was curious about said punishment - but the rest of you knew it was stupid to push your luck.

You didn’t really know what to do when finally left alone. You had found ways to entertain Kate when she was in your… given, odd kidnap situation but now you were fully left alone.

Perhaps you should have tried the door or something - yet the first thing you began to do, was to go through the entire room in the search for electronics.

Anything to keep your mind occupied, to keep the nagging fear of what was going to happen away.

Maybe you would see Alice again, your mind offered, was the offer of death not a gift if you’re met by your sister in the darkness? You were roaming through some drawers - and while not finding any electronics, you did found some interesting documents about shipments of —

“Don’t think you’re supposed to be lookin’ into that.” A female voice cut in, almost making you stumble backwards.

A woman stood in the door, calmly staring at you. Farah Karim if you weren’t wrong. You didn’t know too much about her, but you had seen her enough times to recognize her - her name appearing on files you had gotten your hands on while hacking. She was holding a book, but not looking too happy.

A man behind her, leant to the side to get a look at you too. Alex Keller if you weren’t wrong. You knew a little more about him - he was a former army man, amputee and mentioned in several different articles about –

“We were told to give you this,” the woman said , stepping in and putting down a familiar looking book on the table, “now stop fuckin’ looking through things that aren’t yours, idiot.”

You stood there, blinking as the door closed again sharply. Alex mumbled something about telling Kate, which made you wince. Not really what you needed.

The door locked once more.

You stepped over to the table, abandoning the drawer - and sure enough. You knew that book.

Your own Romeo and Juliet was right there on the table, which meant Laswell had made one of them pick it up specifically for you. You opened it to page 8 and yes, there was the coffee spot from 6 years ago.

You remembered the look of annoyance on Kate’s face when you had given her the book to read. Perhaps this was some sort of pay back.

Bloody shame for her that you loved this stupid book.

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As hours passed, you grew bored. The room had several things you wanted to snoop around in, but you had also spotted a video camera in the corner. It didn’t look towards the bed though, so you could sit there in peace.

The only window in the room could be opened, sure, but an alarm immediately went off — to which you panicked and slammed the window shut. Then the alarm stopped again. So a censor of a sort, you concluded. Wonderful. You could find out how to turn that off though, but it was quite a jump down into some bushes that you didn’t particularly feel like doing in shorts and T-shirt. None of Kate’s clothes fit you, so sure, you could steal one of those oversized expensive sweaters in her closet, but it would do you much good anyways.

You did, however, decide to get bolder after a while. Armed with a couple of bobby pins and a nail scissor from the bathroom, you went to work on the door to the hallway. You had seen a YouTube once, you knew how to do. How hard could it be?

After twenty seconds, the door opened - not because you managed to get the lock open, because one John Soap MacTavish opened it from the outside, looking at you with a bored expression. You stood up immediately, hands behind your back, as if you weren’t just caught in the act.

“Listen bonnie lass, it’s nae gonna work - ye are just wasting both our times. Can ye just… not?”

You nodded at him, and a smile grin appeared. 

“Good lass. Need anythin’?”

“A lift home perhaps?” You gave it a shot but he just laughed. 

“Ye’re a cute one, lass. But nah, cannae do that.” He answered, “Now go sit and behave, yeah?”

You did so, listening to the door close and lock again, letting out a deep sigh as you sat down on the bed.

When Kate opened the door half an hour later, you were asleep again, unable to see her angry expression.

[kate-laswell]

Hiii and could you do Kate laswell with a s/o who’s Nikolai’s sibling? :)

Hey! Sure!

Laswell with Nikolai’s Sibling

She may have known Nikolai for a long time now, but there are plenty of things she doesn’t know about him, the fact that he had at least one sibling being one of them. Don’t get me wrong, Laswell and Nikolai trust each other, but they don’t outright tell each other everything. So she was quite surprised when she saw you and Nikolai being very friendly with each other. Once you told her that he’s your brother, she raised an eyebrow, but left it at that. It’s Nikolai’s privacy, which she usually respects, but the urge to ask you about your childhood was very much there. However, she won’t ask since she does respect Nikolai quite a lot. If you really want her to know about him, you’ll tell her of your own accord. But I think her respect for you would go up by quite a bit as well. You’re his sibling, you must be able to fend for yourself quite well considering Nikolai runs his own PMC. You must have been the target at least once. So either Nikolai is very protective over you or you’re very strong yourself. Laswell likes the fact that she doesn’t have to introduce you to him, though, and that you get along well with each other. He’s one of her most trusted friends, so it’s nice that she doesn’t have to worry about the both of you being at each other’s throats, aside from the occasional sibling’s quarrel. Will jokingly ask him for your hand in marriage when the time comes. Laswell will also ask him for some advice regarding some things you might like here and there.

[kate-laswell]

Ate a bunch of sushi, time to write fanfic about the love of my life, Kate Laswell<33

[kate-laswell]

Hello :3 and could you do Farah and Kate with a reader with an alcohol addiction? I understand if this topic makes you uncomfortable and please just ignore this if it does :D

Hey, don't worry, I got this ask, I just haven't had the time to work on it until today ^^;

Farah and Laswell with an Alcohol Addict

Farah: I don’t think she’d immediately notice it, she’s busy fighting for her people after all and won’t be home for too long. However, once she sees that you’re drunk more often than you’re sober, she’ll grow worried about you and ask you if you’re feeling alright. The amount of empty bottles beside you really isn’t helping your case either if you were to say you’re alright. She has an inkling that it might be an addiction at that point, but she’d rather assess your behavior herself. Once it’s clear to her that you are addicted, she’ll try her best to help you to stop. She knows it’s not easy, but she’ll support you through it. Will talk to you about what’s troubling you, always lending you a listening ear and ask you if there’s something you need to get off your chest. However, she knows that that alone won’t be enough to get you to recover, so she’ll try to find a rehabilitation facility nearby. Due to her fighting for her people’s freedom, she can’t always be there for you, even if she does want you to make some progress. She’ll talk to you about going there so you can get better since she’s fairly certain you already know all the effects alcohol has on the human body, especially the bad ones. Once you’re in rehab, she’ll do what she can to avoid any triggers that might cause you to relapse. She’ll stop drinking herself entirely and actively avoids any gatherings where alcohol may be involved with you. She’ll also have you practice self-care so you can be at least a little bit distracted from it all, as well as finding you some new hobbies that will also help you with not thinking about drinking as much.

Laswell: I think she’d notice it more quickly than Farah since she likely has a bit more time to spend at home than her. She’d occasionally tell you then that she wants you to stop drinking, especially since the amount of alcohol you consume just keeps on increasing. She’ll tell you that she doesn’t want to lose you to alcohol and make you aware of all the bad effects it has on people. Laswell knows a few people who have died from their addiction to it, she doesn’t want the same thing to happen to you. If you can’t stop drinking, then she’ll find a good rehabilitation center nearby that you can visit, or stay at. She’s a bit more strict than Farah, so she will make you go there. Unless that specific center isn’t good for you, but even then she’ll just find another one. She will support you, but she won’t take it lightly in the slightest. Like Farah, she’ll also stop drinking alcohol to become some sort of role model for you and lend you a listening ear whenever you need it. You’ll practice self-care, you’ll find new hobbies and you’ll find other people willing to support you as well. If you were to relapse then she won’t get mad at you, but she’ll research other methods that might help you better in it all. It’s a serious issue that needs to be addressed. No alcohol at home. If you come home with a few bottles then she’ll sigh and give you a stern, but well-meaning talk. She knows it’s hard, she knows that this is likely something you’ll be battling for the rest of your life, but she does want you to know that you’re stronger than this, that you can win this fight.

[kate-laswell]

I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 1 ☆ COD fanfic

Originally posted on my AO3, where I post all my stuff. Always read the tags of my fanfics. MDNI

[chapter 2]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 1/10 ☆ 1,843 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, more will be added.

☆ note: I’m trying to keep the reader’s appearance vague, but she is afab, chubby and has shoulder length hair. ☆ As for plot – I’m not sure if I saw the post on tumblr or tiktok and I cant find it lol, but it mentioned reversing the more classic fanfic plots. So for example, the main character isn’t kidnapped by a mob boss - but kidnaps the mob boss. So, that is what I started with and then I will freestyle along the way. ☆ There will be mention of chronic illness and death of a character, not a main one, but the reader's little sister, but I try not to go into details about the illness aspect (since I don’t know too much about that). There will be focus on grief and the loss of a sibling however, so if that triggers or makes you uncomfortable, maybe don’t read this one. ☆ dubious consent in the later chapters, that might border to non-con. ☆ Badly described hacking. I don’t know shit about hacking, I've studied things in the humanities category the last six years. So if a bad understanding of tech makes you upset, I'm sorry.

Being a hacker wasn’t as glamorous as you had expected when you were younger. After everything with your sister, you had expected things to change, sure, but not into this. Everything was even more of a mess than before and somehow you got into blackmailing. Which, well… When you hit the right people, it paid well.

And sure, you had felt strong at first. Like you were invincible, a vigilante who blackmailed rich and awful people. You needed the money more than them, after all. Yet, the clock kept ticking and you needed more money fast. You needed more money to pay the last of your debts off and run away.

Which was how you ended up like this, blackmailing the mob.

The 141 gang was infamous on the streets of London. Most people knew who you talked about and those who didn’t, were often tourists or recently moved to the town. Whether they were hated or loved, really depended on who you asked. Some people said they made their areas safer, so they now had less crimes - others said they were horrendous bastards, who acted above the law. In truth, you didn’t really care. You weren’t a model citizen yourself, running around and blackmailing people. All you cared about was the fact that they had money, lots of it and they were easy to blackmail, since they didn’t want to be exposed.

Now, threatening them with the local police? Wouldn’t do much, it had to be to everybody – and then all the journalists too. Sure, you didn’t really have the energy to mass email out all the proof you had, but the 141 didn’t need to know that. You had them believe that you were a small group of people anyways and not just… you.

You, out in the almost empty house, over 50 miles away from London. It was much more lonely out here now. Half a year ago, you and your sister lived out here in peace, happy with how everything was going despite her illness flaring up now and again.

Now it was empty and lonely. Sometimes, when the wind hit the house at the right angle, you could hear the cars from the nearby motorway.

Alas, the 141 thought you were a big and bad group of hackers, threatening to take their kingdom down - and sure, you had a lot of stuff of theirs that could be bad in the wrong hands. You had papers, screenshots and recordings from when you hacked into different security cameras. You had traced a lot of them too, you had evidence.

Now they just needed to pay.

So far, they hadn’t really been fun to play with. They refused, saying that you were bluffing. Saying that if they saw you, they were going to kill you, which wasn’t really nice of them. You doubted they couldn’t survive without 60,000 pounds. Sure, it was a lot of money - but you needed them too. A bit more, you dared to think. And for a whole mobster empire? Seemed like a good deal to you.

Besides, you were so curious that you wanted to die: Who was their boss? Nobody knew. Everyone had ideas and theories, sure, but the famous Watcher was still unknown, even to you - which bothered you so much. You had your own theories, your main one was that this Watcher was really just John Price.

No matter who the Watcher was - and how good your deal was - they were just so fucking stubborn. So, you needed to prove that you were serious. You didn’t really have the time to mess around and send them more photos or shit, so according to movies you saw - and google - it was time to step up.

Go from hacker to kidnapper. Which really hadn’t been a career plan of yours, but here you were.

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You had tracked one of them, the Scot that everyone called Soap, so that you could follow them from a distance. You weren’t stupid enough to actually try to shadow them. Despite them not hanging around the finest streets of London, your beat up van stuck out sometimes.

Plans? Sure, you had… some of those. At least, you knew what not to do.

First of all - You weren’t going to take Price, people were around him all the time anyways and if he was the leader as you suspected, that wouldn’t go well.

Secondly, all his men were out of the picture too. At least those who always hang around him, because some of their biceps were bigger than your face.

Third, you had to avoid a proper fight - so that meant waiting for the right moment. You had a taser, duct tape and you had some strong sedatives. You were going to hack your way out of fighting.

Fourth and final point so far - get away as fast as possible. You weren’t going to stick around.

So just… wait for the right person, then tase, inject, duct tape, drive away. It was fine. You had all the components, you just needed to put it all together, then blackmail the group, get the money, drop off the person and then get away.

Your van was blue and rusty, the engine was loud and all the back seats were taken out, since you had lived in it for a little while, outside the hospital. The mattress you used to have in the back was pulled away, since you needed it for the captive to sleep on inside the house. They would have to deal with being on the car floor for the trip - they would most likely be sedated anyways. Now there was just some trash in the back of the car that you should probably have cleaned up, but didn’t care to, since the car bore bad memories - as well as some small electronic pieces that you had picked up here and there, thinking you would need to use it for experiments.

As the group came to a stop at a pub you knew they went to sometimes, you went behind it and parked next to a bigger car, which hid your van a little. Then you waited.

You wore some of your more discreet clothing. The baby-metal band t-shirts were hidden beneath a grey hoodie, with the least monster energy drink stains on, and a pair of rugged jeans. If your sister had been here she would have rolled your eyes at you and said you looked like a teenager trying to be rebellious - and not a 25-year old woman. You missed being told that. Your hair was hanging loosely, hoping it would hide your face a little. Your septum piercing was tipped up and hidden, and you had changed your usual silver tongue piercing for a clear one. Though you doubted that it was your tongue piercing that would be damning evidence.

After waiting about 25 minutes you crawled over the seats rather inelegantly, opening the sliding door to turn towards the other car, for some fresh air.

You were tired, yet stressed at the same time. It was unnecessarily stressful to kidnap somebody, especially when you didn’t really want to.

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It was about a power nap and 30 minutes later, when you were ripped from your thoughts at the sounds of the back door opening and a female voice telling somebody that she needed her cigarettes. You tipped your head forward a little, seeing how she closed the backdoor behind her.

You had seen her before. She seemed to be near the others a lot of the time.

She looked in her 40s, with light brown hair that almost looked a little blond in the rare sunlight of London. Nicely dressed, a confident smile on her face as she pulled her car keys from her bag and the car right next to you lit up.

Maybe a girlfriend? Wife? Secretary?

No matter what, the chance was too good to be true.

Somehow you managed to catch her off guard as she seemed more focused on finding her cigarettes as she opened her car door – so that was when you struck, tasing her. Everything happened so fast - yet not fast enough at the same time.

You pushed the needle into her skin, as she groaned, clearly a little confused from being tased - and most likely from hitting your car floor - as soon as the contents were injected you pulled the needle out again. The woman groaned and grabbed your wrist, mumbling something. You pushed it off, grabbing the roll of duct tape you had prepared, pushing her onto her stomach. She wasn’t going without a fight though and you wanted to cry as she managed to pull her hand free. You needed the bloody drug to kick in this minute.

You sat down on her back, your weight useful - the work of wrapping her wrists together was honestly shit. YouTube made it look so much easier.

You ignored her as she began to curse you out. grabbing her bag, emptying the content on the floor of the car, eyes constantly flickering to her. She seemed confused - so you focused. There was an Apple air tag in it, that you hurriedly picked up. There was no phone though. You wanted to throw up, this was taking longer than it should.

She tried sitting up, having rolled onto her back again, your eyes meeting. Hers were cloudy, while yours were focused. You pushed her down again, hands running over her jacket. The moment your hand touched the familiar shape of a phone, your hand dug into the pocket, not even trying to be nice about it. She was mumbling about how what you were doing was wrong, but you didn’t need to be told that.

As soon as you got the phone, you got up and crawled in between the front seats, sitting down and starting the car. You needed to get the hell out of here, now.

The sound of the shitty engine drowned out her complaints. You drove off as quickly as you could, throwing her phone and the AirTag out in a couple of bushes that the car passed.

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It was several minutes later that you concluded that nobody was following you, which made you breathe a little easier.

As you waited for the green light, you looked over your shoulder, taking in the sight of the woman on the floor of your car, in between empty monster cans, cables and small electronics. She was laying quietly, but you could see her chest moving.

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into? You could feel an anxiety attack crawling along your ribs, threatening to overwhelm you.

As soon as the money was transferred, you dropped her off again - and then you could run, somewhere up north. Start somewhere fresh, where you don't know anybody. Where the 141 or bad memories couldn’t find you. Maybe get a dog.

First things first, however. You needed to get this whole kidnapping thing done.

[kate-laswell]

I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 2 ☆ COD fanfic

Originally posted on my AO3, where I post all my stuff. Always read the tags of my fanfics. MDNI

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2][Chapter 3]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 2/10 ☆ 2,204 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, more will be added.

You had to constantly remind yourself that you were dangerous - and not just some hacker that had gotten in over your head.

No no, you were a dangerous vigilante. Not a desperate person, who was lucky enough to successfully kidnap a mob member. So far at least. 

The fact that you lived out in the middle of nowhere, your closest neighbour several miles away, finally came to your advantage as well, since you could pull in the lady from the van to the house in peace.

You couldn’t carry her, so you dragged her beneath her armpits all the way inside, cringing as  you saw how you messed up her tights and expensive looking high-heels. Though you doubted a proper kidnapper would care about that.

The moment you dropped her on the mattress in your living room, you let out a groan, properly knackered yourself already, the adrenaline beginning to leave your body as well. The lady was still sedated, sleeping peacefully as you took the chain you had brought in a shop a couple of days earlier, looping it around her ankle and using a padlock to lock it. Then you repeated it at the radiator. You sat down on your couch, proud of your whole setup.

… what now?

This was a really shitty idea - what if she wanted to talk? Were you supposed to use duct tape over her mouth? Seemed painful. Then again, would a proper dangerous kidnapper care about that?

Your eyes flickered to the bird on the mattress, who was still sleeping peacefully, her dreams unaware of what had happened. If things had been different, she might have been your type, but alas, things weren’t different.

With a sigh you abandoned her, to make some tea.

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“What the fuck.”

The mumbled words pulled your attention from your laptop and to the woman on the floor, who was moving and mumbling. Unsure of what exactly to do, you just watched her, sipping your tea.

As she mumbled and cursed, you realised something; she didn’t sound british. In fact, there was a more American accent to her words.

Bloody hell. If you weren’t sure of the fact that she hung around the 141, you would have been afraid she hadn’t been a part of them. You had sent the emails to the members just a few moments ago, stating your demands for her safe return. You had rummaged through the contents of the bag in the car about twenty minutes ago, finding some items that confirmed her identity.

Kate Laswell. 43 years old, Virgo, unmarried. She smoked, though there weren’t any cigarettes among the content that had been scattered around your car floor. Forgot them in her car and you didn’t let her get them before you tased her. There had been a switch-knife and butterfly knife in the contents too, so you reminded yourself not to give her anything too sharp. 

You took another sip of the cuppa, watching her sit up, her prior neatly bun messy from everything, her head looking at the chain around her ankle for a moment - then her head snapped and her eyes zoomed in on you.

Silence filled your house for a few moments. It was awkward and you had to focus to not squirm in the chair by your kitchen island.

“Hello,” you finally greeted after another couple of seconds, knowing you probably shouldn’t have been the first to crack, but you didn’t care.

“Who the fuck are you?” She bluntly answered, looking quite upset and wasn’t that just splendid?

“Doesn’t matter,” you answered gently, already having prepared not to tell her your name or anything that could get you in trouble.

“Listen, you little –” she cut herself off, managing to rip her arms free of the duct tape hell you had created and a disappointed sound left you at the sight. So much from watching that Youtube video, maybe you should have gone with ropes, “- I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but you better let me go this instance.”

You took another sip of your tea, hoping you looked cool. “No.”

She watched you silently for a few moments, before looking around your living room, taking in everything. 

“This seems like a very shitty idea,” she then stated, and yeah, you didn’t really disagree with her. You shrugged.

“It’s not going to be for long. Hopefully you’ll be free again tomorrow or the day after, if the 141 chooses to cooperate. Then I’ll be out of your hair for good,” you explained.

“I’m not going to tell you anything,” she answered and you shrugged again.

“Dont’ really fancy knowing anything,” you answered truthfully.

“... you’re a weird kidnapper.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. This whole thing was a load of tosh already.

“Relax,” You just told her, turning to your laptop once again, looking at the email one of them had sent back. It was just cursing you out, telling you they would kill you. Not really what you asked for.

“Can I get some coffee at least?”

The nerve.

“No.”

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She was a surprisingly calm prisoner. You gave her a book after she complained about being bored, Romeo and Juliet, much to her annoyance. Since you found it amusing, you refused to give her any other book. Look at you being mean and dangerous.

“They’re going to find me, you know.”

“Doubt it,” you answered, “they haven’t found me for a long time.”

Kate was silent for a few moments, before finally speaking again.

“Are you part of the whole blackmailing group that's been bothering us? Court of dogs or something?”

“Faes and Hounds,” you muttered back, feeling stupid over the name. You had needed one quickly and you panicked - and it had sounded somewhat cool. Not right now though. You had also just admitted to being a part of it.

A huff left Kate and your eyes flickered to look at her. She was staring at you.

“It’s just you, isn’t it?”

Fuck.

“Nope,” you answered, quickly looking back at the screen, “We’re a whole group.”

“This whole time we thought it was a proper group and it was just a lil’ pretty thing with a laptop.”

“Shut up.” You wanted to dig a hole and hide in it.

“How ca–”

“I told you to shut up!” you finally snapped, looking over at her. She crossed her arms.

“Can I get a cup of coffee?”

“Will you shut up then?

“Sure.”

“Fine,” you mumbled, getting up to make your prisoner a bloody cup of coffee.

You made it and gave it to her. She even politely thanked you.

She was quiet for a while then and you went back to the emails. You began to enjoy the quiet that followed, being able to ignore her for a while. When they paid you the 60k, you would have to pack and find somewhere to drop her off, then get your ass up north. Ditch the parts that weren’t important, like your television and things like that.

You wondered for a moment if Alice would have liked this situation. She was never much for crime, but she accepted your black-mailiing of rich, bad people who cheated on their wives. Maybe she would have underst– 

“Is this your first time?”

You blinked, looking over at the woman, who looked calmly at you, a small friendly smile on her lips. Despite being kidnapped, she didn’t seem that scared, which annoyed you. You felt like you had to reboot, like a shitty windows computer that needed to update.

“Pardon?” You asked, unsure if you had heard her correctly.

“First time kidnapping somebody?”

“Oh,” you felt your cheeks heat though you pretended they weren’t, your toes curling with embarrassment,  “no no, I’ve kidnapped tons of people.”

You were awful at lying in person and you were pretty sure that Kate had already figured that out. Everything was easier over a screen. Everything. 

“… sure.” The lady didn’t even sound a tad convinced and you looked away. Maybe you were in over your head. But it wasn’t like you could just… tell her to go now.

You just hoped the 141 agreed to pay soon.

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In a way it seemed like she was more of a house guest than somebody you had kidnapped. It was odd to have someone around you again, the house having been quiet for so long after Alice. 

Since she agreed to behave, you let her out of the chain to sit at the kitchen Isle and eat dinner that night. So, since she had asked you so many questions ever since she woke up from sedation, you figured you could return the favour.

“Who are you anyways?”

“Hm?” She tipped her head to the side, chewing her food. You found yourself thinking that Kate looked pretty even when eating - and maybe you had been alone for too long, if you felt attracted to the first woman who showed you attention. Especially because of the circumstances.

“What’s your role in the gang?”

She blinked, swallowing after a second before just smiling. 

“Secretary,” she then said, “they probably won’t appreciate me missing.”

“Figured,” you answered. Secretary for John Price then, you figured, if they cared about her like it seemed they did. And you had a growing feeling he was the leader, the so-called Watcher. It was a stupid name anyways - reminded you of that youtube channel or that movie from 2022. 

“... Did you kidnap someone without knowing who they were?” There was a hint of judgement in her voice and bloody hell, you wanted to chain her up again. Maybe use that duct tape to shut her up.

You huffed, stabbing your pasta. She was annoying. When you got the exchange done, you looked forward to being alone again. You didn’t answer, just focused on eating and she apparently dropped it, figuring you wouldn’t answer. Embarrassment overwhelmed you a little. You didn’t want to admit that she was right.

“Why do you do this?”

You chewed your pasta while rolling your eyes. Wouldn't she give you a moment of peace? Maybe you should have kidnapped somebody else. Was she trying to befriend you? You had seen that people often did that when kidnapped, hoping to make the kidnapper feel sympathy. 

“Why do you care?” You answered grumpily. It wasn’t going to work on you.

“I’m just curious,” Kate kept going, really not wanting to drop it.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“… I’m literally your kidnapper.”

Kate shrugged, then raised her hand, little finger stretched out towards you.

“Pinky promise,” she said.

You looked at her pinky. Her nails were short but  manicured and pretty, clearly well kept, her fingers looked soft. This was absolutely ridiculous. A part of you wanted to laugh from how bizarre this whole thing was.

“No.” You repeated.

“Humour me?”

You rolled your eyes. It felt stupid. Still, you offered your own pinky and hooked it in hers just for a moment. Ridiculous. You were pretty sure this wasn’t how you were a scary and dangerous kidnapper, making bloody pinky promises with your prisoner.

Kate looked at you expectantly, clearly waiting for an answer.

“I need the money.”

She huffed, raising an eyebrow. She looked handsome, even like this, unimpressed and you felt bad for feeling that. You shouldn’t really be feeling anything about her.

“I figured.” She said dryly. 

You licked your lips, looking down at your pasta for a moment. Just like the screw-shaped pasta, you felt like spiralling. You really shouldn’t tell her about Alice. You didn’t want her pity, didn’t want her to feel bad for you. But then again, you hadn’t really talked to anyone about Alice. About how she made life brighter, how she was always there for you. How she smiled, how you missed seeing her crooked teeth, how you would laugh about your childhood memories, how she would braid your hair. 

“I’m in debt. Sister was sick, the doctors at a private hospital said they could help her - she died anyway, didn’t she?,” you admitted in half a mumble, clearly not happy to talk about it. It came out angrier than you intended to, but you didn’t really care.

You had an Alice shaped hole in your heart, a forever empty spot from your little sister.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t - It doesn’t matter. When they’ve paid me, everything will be fine again,” you said. She hummed in reply and you kept looking down at the foot. You stabbed the pasta some more. It was a boring meal really, but you weren’t a five-star hotel after all.

“Is she the one in the pictures? Next to you?” 

You finally looked up again. She nodded towards one of the pictures of the wall, indeed showing a captured moment of the two of you. In one of the fields outside, after playing hide and seek for hours, like you always did when bored.

Bollocks. You should have packed them down before kidnapping her. 

You just gave a short nod. 

“Just. Ugh. Don’t ask about her.”

“Sure,” she didn’t seem to mind, “You’re not, by any chance, serving dessert, are you?” 

“... Shut up and be scared of me like a proper prisoner.”

[kate-laswell]

Small sketches of Kate Laswell

[kate-laswell]

Never got to post this lol

[kate-laswell]

laswell walks in on soap and gaz smoking weed and they panic for a minute like teenagers being caught by their mom but laswell just holds her hand out, they pass her the joint, she takes a hit and then hands it back and leaves

[kate-laswell]

I would jsut like to remind everyone that when Gaz asked Laswell how she and Price met she told him funny white lies and Price told him “she’s pulling your leg sergeant.”

This means that one Laswell loves to joke and create harmless chaos and two Price knows this because she probably does this so often

[kate-laswell]

my 3 weed smoking girlfriends (based on this post.)

Bonus: