A/N: This is honestly just going to be fluffy Style things. They're my OTP and I need them to do more cute things. A lot of them may be from Kenny's POV because I just really like writing Kenny.

Stan and Kyle were curled up on Stan's couch watching Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone for probably the twentieth time since it came out. Kyle devoured all the books when he was younger and had been avidly watching all the films since. And whenever he and Stan couldn't decide on a movie Kyle just plucked one of the Harry Potter ones from the shelf. Stan never read the books but liked watching his boyfriend get so stupidly excited over the series. It wasn't something he got to see often and it was something only he got to see.

Kyle curled slightly tighter into Stan as Harry peeked around another ornate pillar to be confronted with a large, forgotten mirror. Kyle had seen the scene so many times the immediate flood of tears had been down-graded to red-rimmed eyes and a sniffle but Stan still felt his protective side stir at the sound.

Stan pulled the blanket tighter around both of them, enjoying being the mother of them for once. He waited until the scene was over to pause the movie and look at Kyle. "Do you know what I'd see in the Mirror of Erised?"

Kyle rubbed at his eyes furiously like Stan didn't know he was crying. "What?" He said, still sounding like he had been crying.

"This." Stan replied, gesturing to his boyfriend curled into him on the couch.

Kyle's mouth dropped open and the tears he had just rubbed away came back and threatened to spill over. Stan expected some snappy response from the redhead for a second and then Kyle just buried his face in Stan's chest.

Stan returned the hug immediately but the shock still showed on his face. After a moment or two he leaned down to Kyle's ear and whispered, "This is all I want."

Kyle nodded. "You're all I want." He responded, sounding so sincere the line wasn't cheesy anymore. He looked at Stan for a little bit and hit his hand against his boyfriend's chest, laughing. "God, you're such a dork."

"You're the one who loved it so much." He countered.

Kyle smiled shyly. "Warn me when you're gonna say something that sweet next time or I'll really cry on you."

Stan held his shirt out, looking at the dark spots Kyle left. "These aren't tear-stains or anything."

He shook his head. "No they're not, dork, now unpause the movie."

Stan shrugged and unpaused it then handed him the remote.

"I really meant come over here and let me hold you." He leaned back into the armrest and motioned for his boyfriend to scoot between his legs.

Stan smiled and settled into his chest. "Maybe this is what I'd see in the mirror."

Kyle shoved his shoulder. "You're so the dork here, Stan."