Same as last time... love feedback, positive or constructive, and would love for people to suggest pairings. Because right now I'm so wrapped up in Kenny I'm going to end up doing Kenny x Someone fics until the cows come home, unless someone suggests something else. I'm not sure if this is actually showing up in the category, since when I look it isn't, so I hope I'm just blind or it's just my computer.
This one is a little less on the slashy side, little more Kenny-centric. But that's probably because I'm downright awful at Damien and tried to use him the least I could.

Prompt: Fighter
Pairing: Kenny x Damien
Words: 548
Author: CITYxoLIGHTS
Disclaimer: South Park belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker

For the billionth time in his life, Kenny McCormick was back in Hell. At first it had bothered him, going in and out of Hell for reasons not even the devil knew. Missing so much, and no one caring when he went. (Kelly had cared once upon a time. That didn't matter now.) But after a while, he'd gotten used to it. In fact, sometimes he enjoyed it. He could use it as an escape from the messed up life he had. From his poor family and his horrid brother; from his fucked up friends; from school, which wasn't that bad if you skipped most of it.

No one was there to welcome him this time. Usually Satan would welcome the new arrivals, and he and Kenny would have a nice little chat before Kenny left. But not this time; this time, Kenny ended up very much alone, and had to roam around a bit before finding the real Hell Drop-Off Spot. Satan wasn't there, either. Which was odd, Satan was usually such a gracious host.

"Hey! Kenny!" some of the Hell patrons greeted him; Kenny waved back. He'd long stopped trying to talk to them, since they kept complaining that they couldn't understand him and he needed to take down his hood. He had this distinct feeling that they were just being annoying douches though, and could understand him just fine.

Kenny did find someone waiting for him, though. As odd as it was, little Hell boy was sitting on a rock not far from his house, staring Kenny down intensely. Kenny waved. Damien jumped down off the rock in front of the orange parka covered blonde. They embraced, which they never did in public, and Kenny even managed to sneak in a kiss, which Damien pushed away from rapidly.

"Finally here to stay, infidel," Damien said proudly, like it was his work. Kenny cocked an eyebrow.

"I'm not here to stay," he mumbled through his collar. "I just got hit by a train."

"You're done now," Damien replied. "You're not going back again."

Kenny unceremoniously dropped down to his butt on the ground. Damien followed suit with a little more grace, and grabbed Kenny's hand. It was as comforting as the devil child got, not that it made much of a difference. He was... dead. Like, actually dead. Gone completely, never coming back... would anyone notice this time?

"I'm not staying," Kenny stated. "Not enough ass." He winked, but Damien didn't laugh. So Kenny stopped joking. "There's no way in... well, Hell... that I'm gonna stay down here. So send me back up or I'm going to fight tooth and nail to get home."

"You can't," was all Damien said, shrugging, standing up, and walking away. Oh, how Kenny adored this nurturing, loving relationship. God knows what he was doing in it, anyway. It just limited what he could do on Earth, and he only saw Damien maybe once or twice a month now a days. Really, it was a waste.

"Anyway, fuck this," Kenny said, starting to climb Hell's high cliffs. He was going to get back to Earth, and if this is what it took, he was going to fight like Hell to get there.