Style one shots- South Park

AI chapter (smut)

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Kyle Brosloski, the elven prince, gazed out across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across a velvet blanket, and a cool breeze danced through the treetops, rustling the leaves into a symphony of whispers. He sighed, feeling a familiar ache in his heart. He was in love with the guard, Stan Marsh, but their love was forbidden. As the prince, it was his duty to marry someone who would strengthen the alliances between the elven kingdoms, not someone who would risk everything they held dear.

Tonight, Kyle had decided to throw a small party for his closest friends and advisors. He wanted to forget about his troubles, even if only for a little while. He poured himself a glass of wine and clinked it against Stan's, smiling warmly at the man who had sworn to protect him. Stan returned the smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

As the night wore on, Kyle found himself growing more and more tipsy. He loved the feeling of the wine, of letting go of his inhibitions and just being himself. He leaned in closer to Stan, confiding in him about a secret crush he'd had on him since they first met. "I-I've always been drawn to you, Stan," he slurred, his words slightly slurred. "You're so strong, and brave, and..." His words trailed off, and he felt his face flush with embarrassment.

Stan looked at him with a mixture of surprise and tenderness. "I-I didn't know, Your Highness," he stammered, his heart racing. He reached out a hand to touch Kyle's cheek, brushing a stray hair away from his face. "I care for you too, you know."

As the words left Stan's lips, a rush of emotions filled the air, making the assembled guests fall silent. Kyle's eyes widened in disbelief, and then relief. He leaned forward, their lips mere inches apart. The air between them crackled with anticipation.

Just as they were about to kiss, however, Stan pulled back, apologizing profusely. "Your Highness, I'm sorry. This shouldn't be happening. I must put you to bed." He bowed his head, unable to meet Kyle's pleading gaze.

Once the prince was safely tucked into bed, Stan lingered for a moment, taking in the sight of Kyle's peaceful face. He longed to stay longer, to tell him that their feelings were real and true, but he knew that he couldn't. Duty called, and he had to answer. With one last lingering glance, Stan turned and left the room, his heart heavy with the knowledge that they could never be together.

The next morning, as the sun streamed through the palace windows, Stan couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He knew that he should have seized the moment last night, should have defied convention and followed his heart. But now it was too late. He braced himself as he entered the dining hall, expecting to see Kyle already seated at the head of the table, resuming his duties as if nothing had happened.

To his surprise, however, Kyle was nowhere to be found. The servants scurried about, setting out plates of food and pouring wine, but there was an air of tension in the room. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kyle appeared, looking even more disheveled than Stan felt. He took his seat at the table, his eyes avoiding Stan's gaze.

Stan's heart raced as he tried to decide how to proceed. Should he just pretend nothing had happened, and continue with their charade of duty and obligation? Or should he seize the moment and finally confess his true feelings? He took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to say what was in his heart.