#spiderio fanfiction

[thorbestever]

I'm gonna stop gatekeeping my fav fics this year so yeah here's my fav fic of all time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28819044

"We don't even ask for happiness, just a little less pain."

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The wool blanket is navy with some intricate threads of cream woven in. He traces a stitch with the pad of his thumb, but stops and frowns when he notices that his knuckles have healing yellow bruises on them.

He wonders where that's from, then subsequently stiffens and wonders where the hell he is.

Which, you know, leads him to his next question: Who is he?

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Or: Peter wakes up with no memories in a remote cabin where a mysterious man tells him that they're married.

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man, (Tom Holland Movies)

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Quentin Beck/Peter Parker, but only for a little while in the first few chaptersIt's Complicated

Characters:

Peter ParkerTony StarkMay Parker (Spider-Man)Quentin BeckNed LeedsMichelle JonesPepper Potts

Language: English

[mysteryweb]

Spiderio/GyllenHolland Christmas Challenge 2019.

Day 2: mistletoe kiss.

Ship: Quentin Beck/Demon!Peter Parker // Requested by @wxitewolf; I hope you like it, darling :)

Link to Archive of our own 🔮🕸  Versión en español

🔖 @spideriochallenges​

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My soulmate is the devil’s son.

Peter always had been curious. He was since was a little demon barely born and which every year -1000 of that thing that humans beings call year- he was becoming more and more curious. He had learned everything he had to know to succeed his father once he died (and Lucifer had plenty of time yet), he already went to Heaven and back because it was funny for him to make the angels believe that their wings were on fire or their faces were melting. But what he never experienced before was to live in the earth between Heaven and Hell, territory which casually was called Earth (which Peter never understood because that globe was made major part of water) (and no, God hadn’t an answer for that, when he realized that he liked more the water than the earth the name couldn’t be changed, right?).

×××

When he went upstairs to Earth, Peter realized his father pick up a boring name for his first-born. At least it wasn’t John. It would be a joke for God, though, if his father would choose that one instead. He also comprehended what hot and cold was and the weather at that time of the year and at the country he chose to visit was freezing cold. He probably should choose a warmer part of that circular land, though. That was what he thought when he found a human being playing the trumpet. The sound the human was creating made Peter’s heart to melt. Probably. If only he could say what he was feeling that moment.

Once the trumpeter ended his play, Peter applauded. The man looked at him, he didn’t seem to be expecting that kind of recognition.

“Why on Hell these persons aren’t worshiping you?”

The man laughed, softly, and spoke with the devil while he was cleaning his instrument and it began to snow.

“They don’t have to. I’m happy just if they leave me some money to survive the day, y'know?”

Peter tilted his head to one side and frowned. He didn’t understand that human.

“Do you want money?”

“Uhm…”, the man checked the open case of his trumpet that was in front of him. “I would really like a few dollars more to buy something to eat.”

“How much do you need?”

“Like three hundred or so?” The man said to Peter, frowning in distrust.

“You have it. Check again.”

The man looked at his case again and found exactly three hundred-dollar bills. He instantly stood up and looked at Peter with wide-open eyes.

“What…? How did you do that?”

Peter smirked devilishly.

“I’m Lucifer’s son, human.”

×××

At first, Quentin was skeptic about what Peter told him, but soon he started talking with proofs about his origin, he realized Peter wasn’t a liar

He kind of felt it.

“So, can you go into a church without feeling sick?”

“What’s a church…?”

“It’s a…”, Quentin felt his cheeks burning when he saw the curiosity on Peter’s eyes. He looked away and avoided his question. “Nevermind.”

“Oh, what’s this?”

When Quentin realized what Peter was doing he saw him in the middle of a gloriette decorated for Christmas.

“That’s a mistletoe.”

“Look at those little things!”

“We have a tradition here…”, Peter looked down at Quentin and frowned.

“You look nervous, human.”

“Quentin, my name’s Quentin.”

“Okay. Quentin, you look nervous.”

“This tradition says that we should kiss each other.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s the tradition. What do you want me to say? We always do what the tradition-”

Peter took Quentin by surprise and kissed him roughly. As soon as they move apart, they felt something inside them. Regard Peter, he felt like his skin was burning in the inner part of his arm. When he took off his clothes -he was dressing a fancy coat just because he loved to be the center of attention- he realized he had something like a tattoo. It was a white spider web wrapping his arm surrounded by green smoke. It was beautiful, but he didn’t understand why that thing was on there if he hadn’t any of that before.

“What is this…?”

“You have to be kidding me…”

“Oh, you’re so screwed.”

Peter and Quentin looked at a woman who seems to be a demon since she had black eyes. She was sitting on the stairs of the gazebo and looked at them with a smirk.

“You’re soulmates, you dummy”, she said looking at Peter.

“Soulmates?”, the devil asked.

“Remember that thing the angel said? That all creatures of existence have a love for life.”

“But I wasn’t made by God…”

“But he was. Maybe Our Lord made him, but, he’s your other half.”

“Are you trying to say that my soulmate is… the devil’s son!?”, Quentin asked panicking.

“He’s smart”, she pointed out looking at Peter. “Tell me, you genius, do you really think that your talent playing the trumpet was God’s will. Think twice.”

“I can’t believe it…”

“Come on, we need to go.”

“Where? I’m not going downstairs… like this”, Peter said showing the demon his soulmate mark.

“I’m sorry, My Prince, but we must go with or without it.”

Peter looked down his mark and followed the demon steps. He left the gloriette but he turned around to look at Quentin.

“What are you waiting for? You’re coming with us?”

Quentin hadn’t been expecting that. His day in the park has been normal until he met that boy with a strange look in his face and he had an instant crush. The mistletoe, that was just a silly excuse to kiss him. What he didn’t expect was that that boy was indeed the son of Lucifer.

[tomandpeterthings]

The very lovely Andygo34 from AO3 made this moodboard for my story Cruel Minds 🥺💗

[mikazureart]

Deadly Debt

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[get-your-fics]

Bad Luck

"We shouldn't keep him around if you don't know what to name him," Quentin continued. "Besides, aren't black cats supposed to be bad luck? That's the last thing we need before we get to California."

Peter set the cat back in his lap and scratched him between the ears. The cat went stiff for a second before relaxing into his touch, closing his eyes and purring. Peter's always had bad luck, but that had seemed to turn around once he met Quentin. "He's not bad luck." Peter tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at the cat. "I'll come up with a name for him, I swear."

Quentin lifted one hand from the wheel and held up three fingers for him to see. "Three days. That's all you get." He placed his hand back on the wheel and smiled to himself. "Then it's bye-bye, Mr. Kitty."

Peter first saw Quentin in a field of yellow wildflowers on the side of the highway. The rest is history.

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[hanver-leoth]

I've been thinking so much abt an spiderio au I made in my head and I can't find any fics of it. So I've been thinking Beck as an actual hero and has the same story that had said in his story he told Peter, BUT Beck does not show his face to the public so he became a teacher at peter's school but still being a hero just like Peter. And maybe with the conflict that there's another Beck in Peter's earth but the other Beck is a bad person. Sorry I maybe explained it quite badly. But hey. New au.

[mysteryweb]

“—¿Cómo te sientes? —Mysterio- No, Quentin, pensó Peter- flotó frente al joven muchacho.

Peter se relamió los labios, apartando la mirada por un momento: —No pensé que iba a salvar al mundo este verano. Sé que esto me hace sonar como un estúpido, yo sólo —él cerró los ojos en un suspiro—… Tenía este plan con esta chica que realmente me gusta, y ahora todo se arruinó.

Quentin se sentó en la orilla al lado del muchacho, suspirando: —Me gustas, Peter —él miró hacia arriba y se encontró con los ojos de Peter, quien le sonrió—. Eres un buen muchacho.

Peter se quedó mirando al adulto, una puntada cálida en su estómago mientras lo miraba a los ojos antes que Mysterio suspirara suavemente y mirara hacia la ciudad. Peter sonrió inmediatamente, dudando, y él también volvió su mirada a la ciudad, juntando sus manos.

Peter sólo quería salir con MJ durante ese viaje de verano, y sí, quería besarla. Y ahora, las cosas se habían terminado y todo se había vuelto un desastre. Él estaba demasiado frustrado -y en más de un sentido.

De repente, Peter sintió una mano sobre su hombro y giró su cabeza para encontrarse con la mirada de Quentin.

—¿Estás bien, Peter? —Peter frunció sus cejas, su mirada bajó hacia la boca de Mysterio mientras el hombre hablaba, mirando la forma en que se movía cuando decía su nombre. Peter tragó saliva, asintiendo—. ¿Estás seguro, muchacho? Pareces-

Peter se inclinó hacia adelante repentinamente, acercando su mano al rostro del adulto y chocando sus labios.

Pero antes de que Quentin tuviera tiempo de procesar, el muchacho ya se había alejado, levantando sus manos a la defensiva, un hilo de: —Carajo, Quentin, mierda, lo siento tanto, no sé lo que estaba pensando, mierda —saliendo de la boca de Peter.

Peter cerró sus ojos, tratando de encontrar las palabras para explicarse, pero él ni siquiera estaba seguro de lo que sucedió. Estaba tan frustrado y por supuesto se dio cuenta de lo maravilloso que era Mysterio cuando se encontraban cara a cara, ¿cómo no podría?

—Por favor, sólo olvide lo que hice, señor. Yo no quería-

Esta vez, Peter fue interrumpido mientras Quentin lo agarra de una de las muñecas, atrayendo al muchacho hacia él, su otra mano deslizándose en el cabello de Peter y sus labios se unieron de nuevo, sólo que este beso fue mucho más agresivo. Inmediatamente, Quentin persuadió al muchacho para que abriera la boca y deslizar su lengua dentro, haciendo a Peter gimotear.

Sin querer desperdiciar un segundo, Peter enganchó su brazo libre alrededor del cuello de Mysterio, atrayéndolo más cerca y girando para arquearse sobre el cuerpo del mayor. Lo besó desesperadamente, esperando por más.

Y luego, las manos de Quentin estaban sobre su rostro y su boca había desaparecido. Peter abrió sus ojos para mirar a Quentin, respirando agitadamente con su usual cabello arreglado.

—Carajo, muchacho —jadeó el hombre—. No sabes lo que hiciste.

Peter sonrió.”

Thanks to @praisekinkparker for letting me translate this ficlet 😊

frustrated // spiderio drabble

"how are you feeling?" mysterio— no, quentin, peter thought— hovered in front of the younger boy.

peter licked his lips, looking away for a moment. "i didn't think i was gonna have to save the world this summer. i know that makes me sound like such a jerk, i just—" he closed his eyes with a huff. "i had this plan with this girl i really like, and now, its all ruined."

quentin sat down on the ledge next to the boy, sighing. "i like you, peter," he glanced over and met peter's eyes, who smiled. "you're a good kid."

peter stared at the older man, a prickle of heat in his stomach as he looked into his eyes, before mysterio sighed softly and turned to look out over the city. peters smile immediately faltered and he turned to the view as well, clasping his hands together.

peter had only wanted to hang out with mj on their summer trip, and yeah, he wanted to kiss her. and now, things had gone and gotten all messed up. he was just so frustrated— and in more ways than one.

suddenly, peter felt a hand on his shoulder and he jerked his head up to meet quentins eyes. "you alright, peter?" peter furrowed his eyebrows, his gaze dropping to mysterios mouth as the man spoke, watching the way they moved to say his name. peter swallowed, nodding. "you sure, kid? you look—"

peter leaned forward suddenly, bringing his hand up to the older mans face and crashing their lips together.

but before quentin had time to process, the younger boy had already pulled away, throwing his hands up defensively, a string of "fuck, quentin, shit, i'm so sorry, i don't know what i was thinking, shit," spilling from peters mouth.

peter closed his eyes, trying to find the words to explain, but he wasn't even sure what happened. he was just so frustrated and of course he noticed how stunning mysterio was when they met face to face, how could he not? "please just forget i did that, sir, i didn't mean to—"

this time, peter was cut off as quentin grabbed one of his wrists, pulling the boy to him, his other hand sliding into peters hair and their lips once again connected, only this kiss was much more aggressive, quentin immediately coaxing the younger boys mouth open and slipping his tongue in, making peter whine.

not wanting to waste a second, peter hooked his free arm around mysterios neck, pulling him closer and twisting to arch into the older mans body. he kissed him back desperately, wanting more.

and then quentins hands were on his face and his mouth was gone. peter opened his eyes to see quentin, breathing heavy and his usually-neat hair mussed. "fuck, kid," the man gasped. "you don't know what you just did."

peter smiled.

[ i'm sorry this is so rushed and sloppy!! i tried to make it as best i could, i've been busy these past two days, but i rly wanted to post smth! i didn't fix the grammer or capitalize or anything, but hopefully tmr i can go back and edit it! sorry if they're a bit ooc. pls lmk what i can do to make it better!! i would love tips. ]

[unsettledink]

Gotcha chapter 3 is up!

Quentin: You know, I meant it.

Peter: What? Sorry?

Peter: I’m confused.

Quentin: When I said not to be scared of using my number.

Quentin: And yet, you haven’t used it.

Peter: I just didnt want to bother you?

Quentin could scream. He won’t, but god, he wants to. Where is he supposed to start if Peter thinks even speaking makes him a burden?

No. No, he knows how to use this. Peter picked up so easily on those suggestions that Quentin needed something, and that, Quentin can work with.

Quentin: It wouldn’t be bothering me.

Quentin: Not like my phone’s exactly rining off the hook.

Peter: ...I didnt really think of that.

Peter: Uh, I just dont have stuff to. I mean. I don’t knwo what to talk about?

Peter: *know

Quentin: Sorry kid, you don’t have to.

Quentin: I’m the one being the bother, right? You can just tell me to fuck off.

Peter: No! You’re not! I’m not going to do that!

Peter: I did mean it, I would like to have you around and talk and stuff!

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[mysteryweb]

I'll always protect you.

Quentin never barked. But that night, 3 the morning, he did. Tony patted him to calm him down but as soon as his hand left him, he started to bark again.

“What happened, buddy?”, Tony asked Quentin with a sleepy voice. The dog replied with a bark, again. Tony get up and followed the Aleman Shepard to the dog bed he shared with Peter. Peter had his bed but he preferred to sleep feeling Quentin's warm body next to him. Quentin pointed down his partner and then he walked around him, worried. Tony laid down and patted Peter until he whined. Quentin stopped, paid attention to Peter, and his ears were so still that seemed to reach the roof. “Hey, Pete, you're okay?” The corgi whined again. Quentin laid down next to him, leaving Peter alone inside his bed but he touched with his nose, then he looked at Tony. “We should take him to the vet, don't ya think?”

×××

Quentin never was an anxious dog. Peter's health makes him feel anxious for the very first time.

“Hi, I'm sorry, is there a veterinarian available?”

“We're open 24/7, pal, of course we're available”, joked a man who appeared from another door. Quentin approached him and barked the same way he did earlier with Tony. “Hi, there, pal”, he greeted the dog patting his head. Quentin let him do it. He seemed a good guy, something in his voice makes him feel a little bit less anxious. “What's going on?”

“In fact”, Tony told him, “his patient is here in my arms.”

"Let me see.”

The veterinarian patted Peter, he caressed his ears and touch a little bit stronger. The dog whined, Quentin barked.

“He woke me up like this”, Tony said.

“Come with me.”

“He can come with us?”, Tony asked about Quentin.

“I think he won't stay here knowing his friend is in trouble, right?”, the veterinarian realized.

×××

Peter woke up slowly. He tried to stretch his legs but he suddenly felt something itchy. When he tried to approach one of his legs, he jolted and took a shout. Quentin, who was sleeping next to him caught his attention licking the side of his head. Peter looked at him and flapped his tail. He was about to face him but he realized something was on one of his legs. Quentin didn't let Peter took off what it was there. If the veterinarian put that on, that would make Peter to feeling good, right? Peter barked at Quentin and the dog growled.

“Hi, buddy”, the veterinarian open the cage where the dogs were and patted Quentin's head for starters, just in case. He had noticed that he was very protective of the little corgi. Then, he approached a hand to Peter, carefully. Peter looked at Quentin, unsure about the last unknown man to touch it, but Quentin licked the man's arm so Peter let him. “You made him your buddies to get worried about you, Peter”, to hear his name made the corgi to barked. “Yeah, I know. You don't like that thing on your leg, but you need it. Now, Quentin, I'm going to tell the same to your buddy, but you have to make sure that Peter doesn't eat anything strange, okay?”

Quentin never barked, but he did. He was agreed about what the veterinarian said. But he was going to protect Peter anyway.

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[tomandpeterthings]

Cruel Intentions

When college student and SI intern Peter Parker starts dating billionaire mastermind Tony Stark, he couldn’t be any happier. That is until Tony’s son Harley shows up, kicked out of college and with his eyes set on his father’s secret boyfriend. Peter soon finds his relationship put to the test by the one person that could unravel his happiness, or make what he has with Tony stronger. Blinded by jealousy and resentment, Harley enlists the help of Quentin Beck to sabotage the relationship, not realizing that Beck might have cruel intentions of his own…

You can check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29068293/chapters/71351481

Credits for the moodboard(s) goes to the lovely Stargirl2000 on AO3 😭💕 She doesn’t have a Tumblr account but gave me permission to share it.

[attic-nights]

On his second night back on Earth, Peter woke sweating and shaking. He reached across the bed, finding to his panic Mysterio gone – had they got him? – had he lost him too? Only to realize, his heart never quite calming, that he was gone. That he’d never have him again.

Mysteri-hoe and Spider-twink don't need each other. They don't miss each other. They have friends and colleagues and family. Jobs, studies, hobbies, and okay. So maybe they got a little attached. But that doesn't mean they're going to pursue it. This crush... it's hardly worth ripping their lives apart.

Right?

(The final chapter is UP yo enjoy the happy ending)

[whatiwouldnotgive]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Quentin Beck/Peter Parker, Implied Quentin Beck/Tony Stark Characters: Quentin Beck, Peter Parker Additional Tags: Trans Peter Parker, Trans Character, Gender Dysphoria, Quentin Beck is a Theatre Kid, Consent Issues, Scars, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Piss kink, Trans Quentin Beck, Dubious Consent Series: Part 2 of Trans Piece of Shit Quentin Beck Cinematic Universe Summary:

Jesus, Quentin had forgotten (for lots of very good reasons) what it was like to be sixteen: every good friend was your soulmate until proven otherwise, every disappointment sent you into spirals of suicidal ideation, and every half-decent lay was a religious experience.

He was half-smiling when Peter finally dared another look at him. "You just want to kiss me?" he asked gently, thoroughly enjoying the way Peter's eyes snagged on his mouth.

(1 chapter, 2 versions)

[muse-of-gods]

This is inspired by the first two chapters of To free a bird by the amazing @shivanessa 💙 I can't wait to read more of this perfectly dark fic and hope you like the moodboard! 🤗

[grimalkinmessor]

Me, anytime I see the word 'Skip' in Spider-Man fanfiction:

[unsettledink]

When the first plan for getting EDITH falls apart, Quentin realizes he's going to have to spend more time convincing Peter to pass EDITH to him. A lot more time. He can pretend to be Peter's best friend and mentor for as long as it takes, though.

Or— he can pretend to be Peter's doting boyfriend for as long as it takes, if that's what Peter's looking for. Peter's a challenge, a puzzle he can't quite pick apart, but being fascinated by him isn't the same as getting attached. It's not like it means anything; he barely likes the kid, much less loves him.

He doesn't, right?

…

Shit.

[paper-star-fight]

Multiverse AU

Quentin Beck has the ability to jump from one universe to another. He has one mission, which is to prevent Peter Parker from dying on October 2.

But in every universe Peter Parker is a different man with a differerent personality and a different life. And somehow, they all are meant to die on the same day. Quentin Beck has to gain trust with each Peter Parker in order to save them.

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