And next here on our list! Peter Parker X Danny Rand! AH! THey're so cute! 3 I love them!

Not much to say up here, so continue on my lovelies!

You know, it was amazing how participating in a royal magical tournament as your boyfriend's champion to a mystical pocket-dimension throne could be so exhausting. Peter was cold, bruised, tired, and - oddly - sporting an extreme craving for Chinese.

Danny was beside him, leading them down the stone steps of the mountain, while the wise elders of Kun'Lun and a coterie of guards escorting Scorpion followed behind. Scorpion was near the rear of the group, interlocked in a circle of weapons keeping him at bay, but Peter could feel his glare on his back as easily as if he were right behind him.

Whoo, looks like he earned himself a new enemy. That tended to happen when he was left unsupervised for long periods of time.

But, on the downside, that also meant Danny had a new enemy, and if his scowl was anything to go by, he wasn't too happy about that either. Peter could understand that. While he's never had a "friend" like Scorpion out for his blood (unless Ava's desire to run their training sessions counted), he has obtained the personal hate a great number of dangerous people, so he could at least understand the constantly-looking-over-my-shoulder pressure that tended to follow.

"Hey," Peter bumped his shoulder into Danny's. "You okay, Fist?"

"Hmm?" Danny looked at him, eyes glazed and somewhat unfocused as he was drawn from his thoughts, and smiled wanly. "Oh, yes, of course, my friend. Sorry, I was lost in thought."

"Obviously."

Danny smiled again, but his eyes were back to the ground where their feet were crumping through the snow. It took all of Peter's willpower not to reach out and grab his boyfriend's hand to at least convey that he was here for him. But, the wise-old people of Kun'Lun still didn't technically know that he and Danny were dating. It was like some good-boy-dating-the-bad-boy-and-couldn't-tell-the-parents concept, only Peter could hardly call himself as a "bad boy" (more like an outsider scum if Scorpion's opinion counted - which it didn't) and Danny was a super-rich monk who had just obtained the Kun'Lun throne and was now basically a king. So, the stakes were even higher.

Which, wow, now that Peter was thinking about it, Danny is a king. That's kinda cool.

And intimidating…

Was he going to be stalked by Kun'Lun paparazzi now? Gosh, he hoped not. If his media reputation, by any source, was anything to go by, he couldn't afford to be called a menace by the monk-version of J. Jonah Jameson. His self-esteem couldn't take it.

But that was in the case that Peter remained Danny's boyfriend. Nick Fury had been skeptical enough of their relationship when he first found out (which did NOT take very long) so the super old people who watched Kun'Lun, who could also easily kick his butt whilst sipping their morning tea, would probably be pretty hesitant towards it too. Peter wondered how open Kun'Lun was to gay relationships.

Danny said they were closed off to the world, so did that include new relationship ideals? But they also seemed to be pretty open-minded. Would they even accept a king on their throne who preferred to be with a man? Peter wasn't sure, and he didn't know if he wanted to find out.

This was Danny's life here. He had only been granted a year with the outside world before he had to return to Kun'Lun. That year was supposed to be used to settle his earthly tabs and say good-byes, yet Danny had been using it as a way to grow as a hero and a leader, and save people from villainy.

But he still had a life here. Peter didn't want to take that from him. He wasn't even sure if Danny would want to leave it at all. Honestly, in a competition between a beautiful, magical kingdom in its own pocket dimension and Peter, the kingdom won hands down.

Maybe Nick Fury was right when he told Peter he didn't know what he was getting into. Fury had to have known that Danny would leave eventually, so perhaps his advice was his own type of warning to Peter. He knew that they'd inevitably have to say good-bye to each other, even though he never mentioned it.

Yet, Peter hadn't listened, of course, and now he was regretting it.

He didn't want to say good-bye to Danny. Not yet. They were only 2 months into their official relationship and they've been 2 of the best months Peter has had in a while. Danny was a magnificent snuggler, and he never judged Peter when he awoke at night from nightmares. In fact, Danny helped those go away too. Did this weird zen-magic trick on Peter till he fell asleep, that kept all the nightmares at bay. Peter hasn't slept this good in a long time. It was as if Danny's very touch drove all his ailments and fears away.

Peter nibbled thoughtfully on his lip, sneaking a peek at Danny, who was still staring at the snow in thought.

He stemmed the urge to grab his hand again.

"Wow, Kun'Lun pajamas are so soft," Peter gasped, giving a princess twirling in the satin-silk robes he'd been given for the night. Danny sat on the thickly padded mat on the floor – Kun'Lun's equivalent of a bed – smiling at Peter softly.

"They're weaved right here in Kun'Lun," he said, "with the finest materials of the land. They should be soft."

"Yeah, no kidding." Peter gave a theatrical sigh, but joined him on the mat, leaning back till his head hit the soft pillow at the end. "Do you think they'd let me take them home? You know, as a token of my visit? Hey," he lifted his head. "Does Kun'Lun sale keychains?

Danny shrugged and lay down with him. "I'm not sure about the keychains, but I can ask about the robes for you."

"That'd be absolutely stupendous, I'm not gonna lie." Peter did NOT want to ask the Elders if he could take their pajamas with him. That'd be rather awkward.

The crackling of the fireplace filled their silence and Peter basked in the warm glow of the flames. It was nice here. You know, if you could stand cold winds and snow. But it was beautiful. Magical too. Literally, there was something magical about this place. An off-kilter feel to it that gave you the impression that it wasn't quite a part of the rest of the world.

Of course, Danny would want to stay in a place like this. Who wouldn't?

Peter's heart sank. He'd be leaving tomorrow, and Danny would be staying here. His team would lose one of the most level-headed, caring people Peter knew, and Danny would inherit a kingdom of loyal Kun'Lunians.

He didn't want to break up with Danny, but Peter was positive a long-distance relationship wouldn't work. Besides, if Danny was going to run this place, he didn't need any distractions. Which is all Peter would be. One big, bright red and blue, talking distraction.

"What's wrong?" Danny asked, taking Peter's hand in his. "You're sad."

Peter smiled softly, despite the ache in his chest. "You looking at my chi-energy again?"

Danny snuggled a little farther into the matt, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. "Perhaps," he admitted. "It's...calming. Your chi, that is. It soothes me."

"That's something I never thought I'd hear about myself."

Danny turned over so he was looking at Peter, eyes wide and concerned, "But you are sad. What's wrong, my love?"

Peter's heart fluttered. He loved it when Danny called him "my love." There was something so sophisticated about it. Classy. In a victorian era lover type of way. And he's been in a Victorian era dimension before, so he could say that.

But the ceiling was suddenly a lot more interesting than Danny's inquisitive gaze. The loud, blaring elephant in the room needed to be addressed, but Peter really, really didn't want to. He didn't want to lose Danny.

"I think you know why," Peter whispered, just loud enough for Danny to hear, who nodded with his own sad sigh.

"Yeah, I do." He collapsed back on the mat, but his fingers kept rubbing against Peter's knuckles. "You'll be leaving tomorrow. I'll be staying here. Our relationship…" he trailed, grimacing.

Yeah, Peter didn't want to say it either.

But it had to be done. Peter turned around, laying his head on Danny's chest and looping his arm over his torso. "Yeah, I know," he nestled into his side. "A long-distance relationship wouldn't work, would it?"

Above him, Danny shook his head, but curled his arm around Peter's shoulders, keeping him close. "No, it wouldn't. I'm not sure if the Monks would…I could try, but…no…I don't think it would."

"That's what I thought," Peter sighed, closing his eyes. Why couldn't they just stay like this? It was warm in here, he had Danny, and he didn't need much else. Stupid life, stupid heroes, stupid villain, stupid monks, and stupid rituals.

"Thank you for serving as my Champion today, Spider," Danny said.

"Eh, don't mention it. You deserve the throne, Danny. Not the weirdo with a poison fetish."

Danny's chuckled was faint, and his finger-stroking faltered. "Scorpion worries me." He admitted.

Peter glanced up at him. "Hey, if I have to I'll kick his butt 10 times over if he even comes near you."

"It's not me I'm worried about," Danny stressed, "I'm worried about you. Scorpion will be banned from Kun'Lun for his deceptions and let out into the world outside. He…he will hold a grudge against you, Peter. And I won't be able to…I….I can't keep him away."

The worry in his voice struck a chord in Peter's heart. He shifted so he was looking up in Danny's face, which was creased with worry. "I'll be fine. I've handled worse," he cupped Danny's face, smiling in a way that he hoped was comforting.

"Of course you have," Danny said, not looking completely convinced. "I know, but…"

Peter silenced him with a small, quick kiss.

"We should get to bed," he said when they broke it, and Danny nodded.

They settled down on the mat. There was another one close to them, meant for Peter, but he couldn't bring himself to leave Danny's arms. If this was his last night with Danny, he didn't want to spend it across the room from him. Danny didn't question it either when Peter settled down next to him. Simply, he pulled the blanket up over them both and allowed Peter to curl up to his side, head resting on his chest again. Peter listened to the steady beat of Danny's heart.

"Danny, do you think…do you think you could do that thing one more time? The zen-thing?"

Danny chuckled, "Yes," he said, placing his hand over the small of Peter's back. "I can do the zen-thing." Peter felt his fist glow slightly and instantly a sense of calm and ease washed over him. Danny's used his chi energy abilities to put Peter to sleep before. In a way, if kind of connected them a deeper, spiritual way.

"Hmm, thanks Fortune Cookie," Peter hummed.

It took only a few minutes before he was asleep in Danny's arms.

The next morning, Peter was given a hearty breakfast, permission to keep his pajamas (as per request from Danny), and would be spending his trip back to New York in First Class on a lavish plane.

It was the worst morning of his life.

Danny stuck with him the whole time, but Peter could see heartbreak in his eyes. Why was this so hard? Why couldn't it be easier to leave? Peter felt as though his heart was ripping in two.

It was snippy and cold outside when Danny escorted him to the Rand Industries plane. They stopped just outside of the stairway ramp. Peter rubbed his neck timidly, refusing to cry because 1) neither of them needed that, and 2) he really didn't want to freeze his mask to his face.

"Well…I should get going," Peter said, gesturing loosely to the plane. "I've got a long way to go."

"Yes, I suppose you should," Danny's hands clasped behind his back and he nodded. It was silent between them for just a few seconds before Danny lunged forward and wrapped Peter in a spine-breaking hug. Cause' he had amazing arms like that.

Despite his back on the verge of breaking, Peter hugged him back with equal fervish.

"Tell the others that I'll miss them," Danny said tightly, voice muffled in Peter's chest.

"I will," Peter said. "I promise. And we won't forget you, Danny."

Danny hugged him harder.

They must've been hugging longer than they thought, as a moment later a throat cleared next to them, where the oldest of the monks was watching them dully, one eyebrow hiked up her forehead.

They quickly let go.

"Apologies Master," Danny said, bowing respectfully. "We were just saying our good-byes."

"As I could see," she said. "However," she added, just as Peter stepped toward the plane. "The Elders and I held council. It seems as though you still have threads connecting you to the outside world, Daniel, and that you have learned much in your absence of Kun'Lun. Therefore, we have agreed that it is best, perhaps, to permit you one more year in the outside world before you take your place as the Ruler of Kun'Lun."

Peter and Danny froze.

"Wait, so…" Peter shuffled closer as if to verify. "You're saying that...that Danny can come back?" he asked, slowly.

The Elder looked close to rolling her eyes. "Yes, Daniel may return to your world. But only for another year." She barely got that last bit out before Peter made a shrill noise of excitement in the back of his throat and tackled Danny - a full football body tackle - that had them both tottering back in the snow.

Danny's smile was almost as big as Peter as they landed in a mound of snow. Despite Peter's personal prejudice to the cold, he couldn't even be bothered by it as he lifted his mask and kissed Danny. A real, good, throurgh kiss that earned him a noise of appreciation as Danny kissed back.

It took a moment before Peter realized that they still weren't alone, and once the conclusion came full circle, he looked back up at the Elder Monk in a mixture of unease and sheepish anxiety. "I – uh…sorr – sorry. I didn't—"

"Worry not, Spider. We were aware of your...intimate relationship," she said, turning around. If Peter didn't know any better, he'd have thought he saw her smiling.

Danny laughed at Peter's stunned expression, drawing Peter back to him. "Come on, Spider," he said, planting another kiss on him. "Let's go home."

Annnnd done! And they go back to SHIELD and live out the rest of the series until Danny inevitable has to leave again. T.T

Spideyfist is actually really adorable. I like it. :3

-OfficialUSMWriter