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the night before had been filled with plenty of drinking over at rousseau's. henrik and hayden were celebrating their graduation from the salvatore school. it had taken awhile, but the tribrid did eventually get tipsy. he used that time to dance with hayden and even making out with him before retiring for the evening. they walked back home but didn’t return to their respective rooms. instead, they held hands and walked into henrik’s bedroom. from that point they stripped down to their underwear and continued to make out for hours. that was all that happened between them, though. just some kissing and rubbing against each other. 

the two boys were now laying beside each other in henrik’s bed the morning after. henrik looked over to hayden and reached a hand outwards. a finger ran down hayden’s torso while henrik inspected the scars on his body. 

This was, by far, one of the weirdest things the knight had to do in the modern ages. Coming to a gym to see an instructor to prove he can fight in order to become a bodyguard... After he had defended princes and nobles his entire life...? A joke.

Alas, he took the challenge with dignity as he neared the final day of his one week evaluation by instructor Lockwood. They had engaged in all kind of exercises so far, different fighting styles, wrestling... Things Garrett didn’t believe possible, and yet made him eager to learn about all the developments in hand to hand combat made during the 700 years he missed in the timeline.

So, after being tossed to the ground once again, he immediately stood up, slightly sweaty in his not-fit-for-combat-at-all clothing, and faced Theo with determination in his eyes.

Killian was a man that liked his solitude, had a hard time connecting with people at times. It was one of the many reasons he liked his cabin in the woods so much. It wouldn’t be the first time someone called him cold, uncaring, aloof. So, when the opportunity arose for him to purchase an android, he thought it might be a good fit for him. He wouldn’t have to worry about hurting the androids feelings, and yet he would get companionship, among other things. He had ample money, and spared no expense, purchasing himself a top of the line A.I. When it arrived, Killian moved it into his living room, and unboxed it. For a moment, his eyes trailed over the android. It really looked exactly like a human being. His hand reached out and filliped the on switch. “Hello,” he said simply, and watched what it would say or do.

Today was monumental. Nate was shooting his cover story for Gay Times. This would officially mark the beginning of a new era in his career and he was nervous, but extremely excited. With his hair and makeup done, Nate headed to wardrobe and put on his first look. A pair of worn leather pants, black leather boots, a thick silver choker, and a pair leather riding gloves. He made his way over to the full length mirror and checked himself out, admiring his reflection as the makeup team worked oil over his chest, arms, and abs. And with those final touches, he was ready. “Nate”, he hummed, offering his hand to the handsome photographer. “I’m so glad you asked for a closed set. My manager is an absolute fuckin’ nightmare on these shoots. And this is such a big deal for me, you know. I don’t need any distractions. So uh, let’s make some mother fuckin’ magic, yeah?” Nate winked playfully at the other, running a hand through his thick, raven hair.

        Preston was always physically fit, always doing sports. Always pushing himself to the limit to flex his physical strength on anyone who thought they could best him, or just to have fun. Sometimes it was hard to tell since he very rarely took things seriously. Always grinning, being cocky and peacocking himself around the place. Maybe it came with growing up with an immensely rich father meaning that he always got what he wanted. 

  He hadn’t long just finished in the ring, sparring, training, whatever with someone and the adrenalin was still pumping through his veins, but the gym was clearing out. He wanted something else, he wanted more. With a grumble he’d pick up his phone, checking through an app or two, he needed some way to vent his energy. 

That’s when he saw the face, the guy he’d just been knocking around in the ring for a little while. He found himself grinning and daring to send a message.