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[novaxwalker]

One Library Rule | D&N

“Guys? Sorry– ‘scuse me, could we not? Please? That’s the reference section. The section you’re not supposed to borrow books from. Because they’re like… really old. Can you guys not fuck in the library? Please?”

It wasn’t the first time he’d hidden behind a door or shelf of books, not wanting to embarrass someone further than what he was already doing… But this was his place of work. And he made signs, dammit. Nice, clearly printed, lamented signs stating “Please no sexual activity in the library.” As polite as he could be. He had made them back when Emerson had been head librarian… some four librarians ago. Dhani had out lasted every head librarian here. And… once or twice it had maybe gone to his head. He’d once gotten a proper administrative scolding for having keys to the office that he should have kept after Aleksey had left.

Why he had waited so long to change his major, he’d never really know. Clearly he cared about his library job more than he realized. More than even Leib did when calling Dhani out for not prioritizing more thoughtfully. Dhani loved this job. It was the instability of his employers than shook him up, made him resentful and neglectful on occasion.

He waited for a few moments. Whoever was in the reference section, alone or not, didn’t have to listen to Dhani. And Dhani wasn’t going to bother Leib with it. That felt childish. He’d clean up whatever mess. He would just… rather not. It wasn’t a rule that people generally disregarded, at least not openly. But… there was noise. And it was the antique book area for crying out loud. Some of those books Dhani had learned to rebind himself with Aleksey’s mentorship. Some of those books were older that some supernaturals here.

Dhani wasn’t out to spoil anyone’s good time… He just didn’t want to clean someone’s jizz off a two hundred year old book.

Again.

Seriously.... Was someone actually..? Yep, yeah they were. At first Nova thought it was just someone watching porn, which was bad enough in itself. Not to mention pretty damn sad to be hiding in the library watching the literal boob tube. Wasn’t that the college equivalent of watching it in your parent’s basement or something? Sure seemed like it.

Shuddering, she flicked off her hearing aide and tried to put her focus back into her coursework. But it was too late. The seed had already been planted..pun very much intended. The image of whatever had been matching those sounds was already in her head and there was no getting rid of it now.

“For fuck’s sake!” Nova hissed, slamming her book shut as she spotted some dude doing the cock-block shuffle away from the scene of the crime. Library assistant she assumed, as she’d seen him around here plenty before. Chuckling lowly, she turned her aide back on as she caught the man’s eye. “Tell me, how many times a day do you have to do that?” Nova smirked, delicate brows quirking.

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[heyxmissxjude]

stage fright | jude & dhani

It had taken a few weeks but Jude was finally settled back into her office.  Not that she would be occupying it long; once the fall semester commenced she fully intended to take up the helm of Music Department Head once again.  Coming in at the end of the semester, she hadn’t been able to immediately jump into the role.  Which was likely for the best as it gave her some time to unpack, organize, jump back into running the Clover and enjoy the summer while offering her standard free music lessons.

She was still working on the summer scheduling when thoughts drifted from the hall that she had not heard in some time.  The door to her office was open and thus there was no need to knock.  Putting her schedule away, she steepled her fingertips in front of her face as she waited for Dhani to enter.

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[variantofmetal]

You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you?

I would hate for any of my friends to be stranded, but I would bring Jody & Elijah. Skyler, Dhani, make it a bit of a party

@elijahxxwilson @jodylinnel @skyler-campbell @dhanilyman

[jaceconflagratio]

Come Alone || Dhani + Jace

@dhanilyman

[anonymous letter in Dhani's handwriting] Jace, meet me at the waterfall. Come alone. - xoxo

Jace sniffed the letter cautiously, reading it a couple of times. He was a little older now - not much, by dragon standards, but experience mattered more. Still, it smelled like Dhani. He took wing, a bundle clutched in his claws, surfing the updraft for a little while, slow and contemplative, before spiralling down to the waterfall. Come alone? Strange, though maybe his friend was a little more cautious now, too.

He alighted at the very top, instead of down where the falls met the water below, where he assumed Dhani would meet him, and crept to the edge, black scales blending with the volcanic rock of the island - this was much like where he had grown up, if a little cooler. He peered over, keeping low, wanting to make sure there was nothing strange afoot.

[masterlucasdrake]

Trio

@dhanilyman​   @tommyheavyshield​

Lucas smiled at the knock on his door.  He slid a hand gently through Tommy’s hair and gestured towards the entrance way.  “Go get the door, Tommy,” he said softly.  “It’s for you,” he added with a little smirk quirking his lips.  He hadn’t wanted Tommy about his plan to invite Dhani, wanting it to be a surprise.

[justwannawriterps]

dhanilyman replied to your photo: Created this with the image as inspiration

OMG this idea is so rad XD I’m in love

Glad you like it Dhani

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[toycheftaelee]

@dhanilyman​

Tae carried the food he’d made in a special bag he’d bought with some of his earnings from the bakery. It would keep the hot food hot and had another spot for keeping things cool.  He knocked the door to the home where Dhani lived with his master, nervously.  He knew he had permission, but visiting a master’s home to spend the night without spending it with the master would be new.  He smiled when he saw his friend.

[traveledoceansoftime]

𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤 🌊 ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪 & 𝔻𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕚

@dhanilyman​

Hennessy had weaved a spell 

                                         calling a friend to come hither. 

He’d picked a secluded part of the beach, close to a small pier dipping into the sea where calm waves came in with the tide. He prepared everything in advance, all part of his plan to lure out the submission within a friend who’d captured his astute curiosity. The Brit sat upon a terry cloth beach towel starring into a small bonfire he’d light, for he knew within an hour or two the sun would set and it would be their only source of illumination. He’d rolled up his chino slacks, casted his shoes to the side and unbuttoned his blue chambray shirt exposing a broad muscular chest to the cool afternoons air. Rayban shades and a light, straw Panama hat topped of his relaxed ensemble. A drink, a screw driver was perched in one hand, perfect after a long hard day at work while he awaited his friends arrival. Dhani, the young slave he’d met along the beach that one day, when they’d shared the experience of saving a dolphin together and a neat lunch afterwards. It left the notorious Brit with a craving to spend more time with him and so here he sat -waiting patiently.