Santa And His Reindeer

One-shot

(A/n: ☃️Merry Christmas!☃️

I was undoubtedly gonna make a stenny one-shot for Christmas lol Please enjoy this fluffy one-shot of Stan and Kenny (mostly Kenny) being goofballs. The South Park characters do not belong to me)

"C'mon, Stanny. It's just for today. Pleeeeaaaaa-"

"No. Way."

Kenny pouts and throws the reindeer antlers onto Stan's bed with gentle force, the green, red, and white bells jingling slightly upon impact. "What's wrong with them? They're cute!"

Stan crosses his arms defiantly. "Then you wear them. Why does it have to be me?"

Kenny frowns, his hazel eyes glistening with tears. "Cuz I bought them for you..."

Stan wavers in that instant. He looks at the reindeer antlers, and after a bit contemplating, grabs them and slips them on his head. There's a bright flash followed by a clicking sound. Widening his sapphire eyes in shock, Stan snaps his gaze at Kenny, seeing him having his smartphone out, beaming at the picture he just took. "What the-when did you-"

"Thank you, Stanny!" Kenny gives Stan a quick peck on the lips. "Remember, you can't take them off until midnight."

Stan sighs. "Yeah, yeah," he grumbles, though he's not really upset.

"I gotta show this to Kyle." Stan is about to protest, but closes his mouth, deciding not to be a buzzkill a second time. As long as Cartman doesn't know, he can handle the teasing from their other friends. Knowing Cartman's fatass, he won't just poke fun at Stan, but will use the picture as blackmail one day in the future.

Stan's family is out of town for the holidays. Since he went with them last year, he had the options of either staying home or going with them again this year. He chose the former, wanting to spend Christmas with his boyfriend. Elated by the news, Kenny came over with an item he'd been 'dying' to give him, which were the reindeer antlers. He brought two more gifts and placed them underneath the Christmas tree in the living room, adding to the other presents that were there, which weren't much.

"Done," Kenny announces. He turns his smartphone off.

"I know you didn't send that picture to just Kyle," Stan states knowingly.

Kenny grins. "Ya caught me, but don't worry, fatass won't ever know about it." He stares at Stan, his features softening fondly. "It amazes me how you can go from looking handsome to adorable just from wearing reindeer antlers."

Stan blushes at the compliment. "That's just your opinion."

Both Kenny's and Stan's smartphones vibrate at the same time, Stan feeling it reverberate inside his pants pocket. While Kenny turns his phone back on, Stan takes his out. Kenny laughs at the notification he received before clicking on it with his thumb. "I'm not the only one who thinks that."

Stan groans at the notification before clicking on it also. He's taken to his messenger app. He first notices that Kenny created a second group chat, then sees his picture (which shows him looking down at his bed) and the comments below it. They all think he looks cute and whatnot with the reindeer antlers, though they all know Kenny took it without his noticing. The last text message wants Kenny to take a better photo of him. Stan replies with 'Not happening', exits the app, then shuts his smartphone off and puts it back into his pants pocket. Kenny stifles a laugh at the response he left in the group chat before closing the app as well.

"Those guys were only joking," Stan says. "You, on the other hand, really think I look...cute with this on."

"Damn right I do," Kenny grins as he pockets his smartphone. "Hmm..." This time, he regards Stan with a scrutinizing stare. "Something's lacking."

Stan raises an eyebrow. "Something lacking on my face?"

Kenny snaps his fingers. "Yep! A red nose!" Stan swiftly scowls at him. He laughs. "I'm just kiddin'...kinda." He walks away towards the door that was left closed halfway. "Stay put, I'll be right back."

"What if I don't want to?" Stan asks cheekily.

Kenny stops and turns around while casually taking out his smartphone, threatening to take another picture of Stan. The noirette quickly turns away to hide his face. Laughing, Kenny slinks out of the room. Not even a minute later, he returns wearing a Santa hat.

Stan blinks, now sitting on his bed. "Did you...run to the nearest store and back?"

Kenny nearly laughs again. "Of course not, I bought this along with the antlers."

"Then where did you-"

"Don't worry about it, just know we are now ready to properly celebrate Christmas," Kenny proclaims proudly. Stan rolls his eyes, amused by his lover's cheerfulness. Kenny grabs his hand, gently pulling him up on his feet. "Now come, my precious reindeer, let us watch Christmas movies and consume nothing but hot coco and cookies until nightfall!"

"We'll have to make them first," Stan points out. Kenny leads them out of the room.

"I know. So let's hurry up and get started!"

The two teens spend at least two hours in the kitchen. They baked enough cookies to probably feed the entire neighborhood. Most of them were decently made; the other batch, however, were not. They were poorly-shaped Christmas trees, snowmen, and snowflakes. Kenny and Stan were humored by their failed attempts, but were satisfied with the cookies' edibility nonetheless. That's all that mattered anyway, being able to eat them. They clean up their mess for the next five minutes, they were meticulous while making the cookies, so there's not much to wipe up. After that, Stan grabs two mugs from the top cabinet, keeping one for himself and handing Kenny the other mug. It doesn't take them long to make their hot chocolates. Marshmallows surpass the brim in Kenny's mug, his beverage buried underneath the soft confections. Stan only has several marshmallows in his mug. Now that the cookies have cooled down some, Stan grabs a big bowl from a different cabinet and carefully scraps the cookies into it, getting them all.

They amble into the living room with their home-baked treats.

"You are so gonna get diabetes from all those marshmallows and these cookies," Stan comments, his smile strained with concern.

"And it'll be worth it." Stan shakes his head, he should've expected that kind of insouciant reply.

They sit on the couch and for the next seven or so hours, the couple enjoys every Christmas movie the other selects, and their cookies and hot coco.

Once the sixth movie reaches to a close, Kenny deems it the last one and turns the television off with the remote before the credits even rolled down the screen. He bounces off of the sofa to turn DVD player off. "Time to open the presents!" He beams excitedly. He zooms over to the Christmas tree. Stan glances at their empty mugs and the not-so empty bowl that are on the small wooden coffee table, then gets up to join his boyfriend by the Christmas tree. He can't tell if it's all the sweets Kenny consumed or his genuine eagerness that's gotten him so hyper. "Oh wait, there's somethin' I gotta see." Kenny stands up from the floor and hurries to the light switch. He flicks it down, coating the whole room in darkness. Until the reindeer antlers light up, and so does Kenny's face. "Oh my God, that's amazing!"

Stan notices the glow and is in disbelief. "Seriously, Ken?"

Kenny bursts out into merry laughter. He goes back over to the Christmas tree, he and Stan settle down on the floor next to each other. Stan plugs in a power cord to activate the lights neatly coiled around the Christmas tree.

"Next Christmas, you're gonna be an elf," Stan declares, grabbing a random present.

"Oh?" Kenny smirks. "But won't you have to go out of town next year?"

Stan gives him a smirk of his own. "I'll fake a cold."

Broadening his smile in a seductive manner, Kenny leans closer to Stan, their shoulders touching. "I'll gladly be your sexy elf," he says before ensnaring Stan in a passionate kiss.