#harry styles x female black widow reader

[starrylanex]

pairing - harry styles x female black widow!reader. summary - in which, you escape dreykovs mind control during one of your missions. however you are limping down the streets of london, bloodied and wounded trying to escape the widows that were after you, only to bump into your knight in the shining armor. warnings - mentions of blood, wounds, typical mcu violence, no mention of y/n, the timeline is all mushed up- this takes place in 2024 with current harry but with the events of 2016 mcu (hope this makes sense). word count - 1,3k;

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you were exhausted, and dizzy. the pain was unbearable and every time you moved it spread from your abdomen to throughout the whole body. there were stars in your eyes and it was getting heavier and heavier to keep them open. you just wanted to stop and pass out right then and there.

but no!

the group of widows were still after you, and now that you were finally free there was not a chance that you were going to give up and and go back there. no matter what, you were not going back there. clutching the wounded abdomen with your right hand and the rest of the cures with the left hand, you continued to limp down the dark streets of london with the last of your powers.

it was dark, barely being able to see even with the street lights on. pain shot through your entire right leg on every step you took from when you had to cut out your tracker from. your breath was getting shorter and shorter, and the damn serum wasn't helping either. you had killed the widow that freed you, but she had done some big damage to you in return too.

the rest of the group of widows that were after you were smart, of course they were, you had grown up and trained together. but you were smarter and stronger than them, you knew that, they knew that, dreykov knew that. thats why you were sure that the widows wouldn't give up on their search until they found you, and you were going to make sure that they wouldn't.

bumping into someone was unexpected. you had rounded the corner of a dark street, where you tried to blend in with the shadows as much as possible. so when your left shoulder got hit by someone, you gasped and unintentionally let go of the cures you were holding, as they scuttled on the ground around you.

fuck.

you were sure you wouldn't be able to go back up if you crouched down to pick them up, but you still did anyways. there was no way you would let these loose. you were breathing heavily, not even registering the fact that someone was talking to you, or well, at least trying to talk to you, you couldn't hear anything but ringing in your ears as you went on your knees and tried to pick up the scattered cures with your only free hand.

you flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulder, but it was gone as soon as you did, only for a hand full of the other cures that had been left to be picked up by you, came in your eyesight, "hey, are you alright?" the british accent was clear in the guy's voice that bumped into you.

your hands shook as he handed you the rest of the cures, you gripped them. your breath ragged, barely being able to take normal ones. you tried to stand up, completely ignoring the man's question or his existence in front of you. but before you could fully extend your legs, they once again gave out and you came crashing down with a gasp.

you closed your eyes, gripping the cures even harder to not ket them go again, and waited for the impact,

however, before you could hit the ground, strong arms caught your falling form.

you let out a weak groan, the pain in your abdomen now unbearable as your body leaned against whoever had caught you. your head lolled to the side, unable to muster the strength to lift it. his arms were warm and strong, the kind of comfort you had ever felt.

“hey, stay with me,” the man’s voice was gentle but commanding, concern evident in his tone. you could barely open your eyes but managed to get a blurry glimpse of a face with soft curls and bright green eyes filled with worry. his british accent cut through the haze as he spoke again. “you’re hurt. we need to get you somewhere safe.”

you tried to shake your head, but your body wasn’t cooperating. there wasn’t time for this; the widows were surely on your tail. you forced yourself to speak, but your voice came out in a harsh whisper. “i can’t… i have to… keep going…”

“no, you’re not going anywhere in this state,” he insisted, his voice calm but firm. his grip on you tightened slightly, steadying your weight against his chest. he glanced down at the cures clutched in your hands. "whatever you're holding on to, i'll help you. but we need to get you some help."

the adrenaline that had been keeping you going was quickly fading, and darkness was encroaching on your vision. as much as you fought to stay conscious, it was a losing battle. you barely registered him lifting you up, cradling you against his chest as though you weighed nothing. his scent—something fresh and familiar—washed over you, lulling you closer to sleep.

you fought against the pull of unconsciousness. “you don’t… understand…” you managed to gasp out your voice breaking. “they’re coming… they’ll kill you…”

his lips quirked up in a small smile, though his eyes were still filled with concern. “relax, love. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

his reassurance oddly soothed some of the panic swirling inside of you. his steps were hurried, but his hold on you was steady, protective. you wanted to protest, to tell him that he didn’t know what he was getting himself into, but your body wouldn’t cooperate. you were so tired…so utterly exhausted.

the world grew darker, and the last thing you felt before slipping into unconsciousness was the warmth of his chest and the gentle hum of his voice, promising that you were safe now.

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you awoke in a dimly lit room, lying on a surprisingly soft bed. for a moment, you weren’t sure where you were, and panic surged in your chest. but then you felt it—a comforting warmth by your side. you turned your head slightly, finding the same man who had caught you earlier sitting on a chair next to the bed, his hand gently resting on yours.

“hey you’re awake,” he said softly, leaning forward. his curls were messier now, and his piercing green eyes were a little tired, but the concern in them hadn’t lessened.

you blinked, furrowing your brows, you tried to gather your thoughts. the pain in your abdomen was still there but dulled, as though someone had taken care of your wound. you could feel the bandage around it. the memory of the attack and the cures flashed in your mind, and you shot up in the bed, wincing at the movement. “the cures—”

“they’re safe,” he assured you quickly, grabbing them from the bedside table and showing them to you, while pushing you back down gently. “i’ve got them right here. but you need to rest, alright? you were in pretty bad shape when i found you.”

you looked at him then, truly looked at him. thats when you recognized who he was- who had saved you. there was something about him—an aura of calm, of quiet strength—that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could trust him. “you are harry styles” you said bluntly, your voice still weak.

he smiled, dimples showing up on both side of his cheeks, and nodded, “yeah, and you?”

you hesitated for a moment before answering, telling him your name, but only your name.

“well,” harry said, repeating your name, his voice gentle but firm, “you’re safe now. i’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

you wanted to protest again, to tell him that no one could protect you from the widows, not even him. but as his hand squeezed yours gently, looking down at the intertwined hands, you found yourself relaxing against the pillows. maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was the genuine concern in his eyes, but you believed him.

for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to close your eyes without fear, knowing that—for now—you weren’t alone.

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Convention Guest - Harry Styles x MCUactress!Reader

Summary: You are at an convention with your Endgame cast mates, and there seems to be an unsettlement in the audience. Could it be your famous boyfriend?

In regard to the possible biggest film of all time, the original avengers were brought together in tribute to the beginning of the team’s cinematic franchise. You were lucky enough to be one of them, and so you sat with the six people you had gotten to know pretty well over the years. 

When you had taken the part as Angelica Jones, AKA Firestar, you had no idea what it would mean for your career. You had even got your own movie, which opened up many opportunities for your career. It made you feel powerful playing such a badass female character.

You sat between Scarlett and Chris Hemsworth, listening to the questions that arose from the audience, taking a sip of water every now and then. A girl took the microphone, you assumed she was at least half your age, dwelling in her teen years.

“This is for (Y/N), do you think we’ll ever see the famous team up between Firestar and Spiderman that is in the comics?” This felt like a trick question. Hemsworth elbowed you gently, prompting you to answer wisely.

“Perhaps, that is if Spiderman comes back. And if he does I hope so.” A little hope never hurt anyone, especially when you weren’t being like Ruffalo or Holland and giving out free spoilers.

A chatter surpassed through the audience, they all seemed to be looking around, searching for someone in among their own ranks. That however didn't put a stop to the questions.

“Is Black Widow going to get her own film? ” You knew the answer to that, but could not divulge. Nor could Scarlett... yet.

“Wait a minute.” Evans stood, having caught a familiar face in the crowd. He squinted down at the people, finding it again.

“What is it?” Robert sounded bored, although he was interested a little in what had caught the intrigue of the actor.

“We have a breach.” He spoke as Captain America himself would. “Styles is here.”

“Oh, not that guy.” Jeremy laughed, also looking out at the crowd and finding the singer. You went to stand, glaring at your boyfriend from above.

“What are you doing here?” You asked loudly, wanting to run through the mass of fans to reach him, but aware that security would not allow you to do so. It was difficult, you hadn’t seen each other in 4 and 1/2 months.

Before he could turn his smirk into a reply, Hemsworth answered. “He’s here for me obviously, he can’t resist my Australian charm.” The crowd screamed at that, and Harry turned a bright red.

Ruffalo walked to the security guy standing on the corner. “Get him up here.” And he did so. Harry walked onto the stage, causing an explosion of cheers. One of which came from Hemsworth.

Instantly you hugged him, letting your head rest on his chest. It gave you a warm feeling, one that you wanted to hold onto forever. “Don’t hog my girl.” Scarlett scolded him, hugging him when he released you.

“Hands off.” Hemsworth sassed him, only to kiss the singer on the cheek.

“Good to see you too Chris.” He drawled, laughing. Evans frowned, whining at the Thor actor.

“I saw him first.” Harry went over to the other Chris, embracing him.

“Before even my own girlfriend.” Harry glared at you, making you gasp at his betrayal. He really was something else.

“I got him up here.” Ruffalo mumbled, sitting down beside where you had been, acting up. He wanted a hug too.

“Ew.” Jeremy greeted Harry, who only gave him a disgusted look in reply. 

“I could say the same, you skipped out on the last film.”

“Come my child.” Robert remained sat, as if he was on a throne. “This guy’s like a son to me.” Harry jokingly bowed to the MCU godfather.

“When do I get my turn again?” Hemsworth asked, frowning at his co stars.

“And this is why he’s not allowed on set.” You told the audience, laughing at the interaction between your on and off screen family.

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I’ll only write Reader x one character. I’m not good with doing multiple characters.

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭: Admittedly, I’ve never written it before, but I’m willing to try and write it for you if it’s something you want to request. But keep it vanilla/basic for me as I will not write anything too complicated or BDSM-wise.

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𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: I will try my best to write requests in order but it depends on inspiration/motivation. I might be more inspired to write one fic than the other but I will get to your fic! More complex plot requests might take longer. If there is a request I feel I cannot do, I will privately answer and let you know rather than having you wait for it to be written and it never will.

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𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬: I am more than happy to write them on the proviso that it’s from a healing/recovery point of view and not explicitly detailing the action of it happening (if that makes sense). And, of course, as long as I feel comfortable writing it. Some subjects I won’t due to not being well-educated on it and fear I may give misleading information. But I will privately reply to you if this is the case.

Will 𝐍𝐎𝐓 Write: Pedophilia, Rape etc. for obvious reasons.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬:

I write for other fandoms too! I even have a separate blog for one of them if you’d like to head over and see my style of writing; Bleeding Thirium

Detroit: Become Human (Blog: Bleeding Thirium) - Gavin Reed, RK900, Hank Anderson

Marvel: Bucky Barnes [Including 1940s - but please specify]

Harry Potter: Sirius Black, Severus Snape

OHSHC: Kyoya Ootori

Fruits Basket: Hatori Sohma

𝐎𝐂𝐬:

I also have two main OCs that I am happy to write with a x reader for you (Something new/different I thought I’d do) I’ve never done this before outside of roleplay!

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞: Gay surgeon who’s a wholesome guy. Dedicated to his job. Losing patients hits him real hard. Has had three serious relationships but they all left him after promising him that they understood his position, but in the end, they couldn’t handle his long hours and constant cancelling of plans. He has a heart of gold, needs someone to love him, will dote on the person and just very caring. (If you have female pronouns, I’m happy to write it from a big brother/mentor point of view).

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬: Straight SWAT Captain. He’s a widower who lost his wife in a car accident. He’s also lost his brother and Dad to fighting in the war. He’s stoic, serious but will deeply love and adore his S/O. He has a lot of old-fashioned values (think a romanticized 1940s era but in a modern setting!)

So there we have it! I apologise if it’s a lot to read. But you’ve made it this far - so it can’t be all bad! I’m super friendly, I promise. So please don’t hesitate to pop in my inbox or ask box! Thank you lovely person! I hope you have a wonderful day/evening! Much love xxx

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