#hoping to try and draw more but no promises

[happilyhertale]

Satin and Sin – Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: You spent the afternoon getting ready for an event later that evening. When Daemon joins you, he has other things on his mind besides going to the event immediately.

Pairing: Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Dry humping, Fingering

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.2 k

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12 Days of Smuffmas

12 Days of Smuff

The evening buzzes with anticipation as you stand before the full-length mirror in your bedroom, meticulously adjusting the hem of your satin dress. The fabric gleames under the soft golden light, hugging your curves just right, with a high slit that teases your leg and a neckline that balances elegance and allure. You tilt your head, inspecting the way the earrings sparkle, wondering if they matched the fire you hoped to ignite tonight.

The faint creak of the door behind you draw your attention, but you don’t need to look to know who had entered. His presence fills the room, like the low hum of thunder before a storm.

You turn your head slightly, catching his reflection in the mirror. He wears a tailored black suit that seema to have been made with him in mind—sharp lapels, crisp lines, and the faintest sheen of fabric that shimmered like dragon scales under the light. The deep crimson of his tie, a nod to his fiery heritage, is the perfect touch. His silver hair is swept back with careless precision, making him look both regal and roguish.

“You look…” His voice is a low purr as his eyes roam over you, “…ravishing.”

“Thank you,” you reply, a hint of playful defiance in your tone. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.”

Daemon’s lips curl into a smirk, the kind that always make your pulse quicken. He doesn’t respond immediately, instead stepping closer, his polished shoes clicking softly against the hardwood floor. When he reaches you, he doesn’t stand beside you—Daemon stands behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

He places his hands on your hips, his fingers grazing the satin with deliberate slowness. His touch sends a shiver down your spine as his lips brush against your bare shoulder, trailing up to the sensitive curve of your neck.

“You know,” he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and teasing, “we could always be fashionably late.”

You try to hold your ground, keeping your eyes on your reflection as his kisses become more insistent. “Daemon,” you protest, though the words come out weaker than intended. His hands slide up, fingers tracing the line of your waist, pressing you back into him.

“You’re always so composed,” he whispers, his tone a mix of admiration and mischief. “But right now, I’d rather see you come undone.”

Your breath hitches as he nudges your legs apart with his knee, sliding one of his thighs between them. The friction is gentle but insistent, the tension building with every deliberate movement. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer against him as his grin deepened in the mirror. His thigh presses against you in just the right way, and the fire that has been simmering beneath the surface threatened to consume you.

“Daemon…” you start again, though your resolve was already crumbling. “We’re going to ruin my dress.”

His lips find your ear, his voice a dark promise. “But if you’re so worried, you could grind against my thigh”

His thigh shifts slightly, intensifying the pressure in a way that makes your knees go weak. He catches you effortlessly, one arm looping around your waist to steady you while his other hand slid up to cup your jaw, tilting your face so he could kiss you properly.

Effortlessly, his free hand pushes your dress aside and you gasp against his lips as you feel him press his thigh against your core. His hands slide to your waist, grab you. You feel your walls clench around nothing as he dictates your movements, letting you grind against his thigh. The warmth and wetness between your thighs attracts your attention – you are sure that you are soaking your panties right now.

“My panties...” you whimper, and he grins slightly but immediately understanding that you are about to soak your panties. His hand glides around your body and with a practiced move, he pushes your panties aside. During this movement, you feel it – the almost touch of your clit. This only intensifies the throbbing and an impatient whimper escapes your lips as you try to move your hips more to create more friction.

He follows your movements, senses the impatience growing inside you. His hands grip you tighter, push you down slightly onto his thigh,  “Come on... grind against my thigh, I can feel how wet you already are,” he murmurs in his deep voice.

You whimper again, but you give in, grinding against him. The throbbing becomes almost unbearable as you let your clit slide along his thigh. You feel him tense his muscles and increase the friction for you as you grind yourself against his thigh again and again.

You moan, Daemon's lips glide along your neck. His warm breath caresses your soft skin as you grind against him. His hand makes you slide faster and you feel how you soak the fabric of his trousers. You feel his hardness pressed against your bottom, but his attention is focused on you.

Daemon bites your neck lightly and your pussy throbs, while you whimper. His hand glides to your core and without hesitation, he rubs your clit and your eyes flutter closed. You moan again, his circular movements become faster.

Your head falls back, leaning against his shoulder, while your hand slides into his hair, gripping it as you press his head against your neck and feel him smile against your skin. “That's it... show me how much you need it...” he murmurs and you whimper. He nibbles lightly on your earlobe. You gasp as he slaps your clit, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Daemon!” you gasp and he growls as he rubs your clit again. You grind against his thigh faster, feeling the pressure spreading in your abdomen. His mouth closes around the flesh below your ear, sucking your skin, eliciting a cry from you. You pull his hair lightly, making him growl as his fingers moving faster, putting more pressure on your clit. You grind your core harder against his thigh while he pinches your clit. You cry out, feeling your wet walls flutter. Daemon bites your neck as he rubs your clit again, almost to soothe the sharp pain of the pinch, but his movements are too rough for anything but that. Then you feel the overwhelming feeling.

Your hand grabs his hair tighter and he growls again, his fingers rubbing faster as his other hand lets you slide along his thigh more firmly.

“Come on, baby... pour yourself over my thigh,” he growls, pushing you over the edge.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the warm feeling washes over you, your juice soaking his trousers, but your grinding movements don't stop as you try to catch your breath, whimpering and moaning.

His lips caress your neck while he continues to caress your sensitive pearl, letting you enjoy your climax. You breathe heavily and slowly open your eyes. Daemon is still kissing your neck and you feel the smile on his lips. “Look... panties almost dry and the dress not ruined,” he murmurs in your ear and you smile.

Slowly, he fixes your panties before releasing his grip on you. You are still breathing heavily and turn to him. He grins and slowly begins to unbutton his trousers.

“Daemon...?“ you ask, a little confused. “We don't have time for...” you start, but he stops you.

“Calm down, you soaked my trousers... can't show up there with trousers soaked in your juice, now, can I?” he says, turning around as he walks away, his trousers slipping down, revealing his butt.

[yeet-me-dad-dy]

The Arcane - Chapter Five - Changing Faces

Summary: Viktor gets a preview of your research. You and Viktor visit the local hospital to get the scans you need, and Viktor gets a peek at the rougher side of your personality.

Characters: Viktor x Male Reader (Doctor Raven) x Jayce (Eventually. Maybe)

Words: 1,978

Blood. You lived it, breathed it, drank it, saw it when you closed your eyes to sleep. It was everything you were. You had mastered it, and yet… you were not its master. It had been two days since your trip to The Lanes, and in that time, you had contacted a doctor at the nearest clinic about getting some scans and x-rays of Viktor’s body. They wanted you to consult one of their doctors, however, and that just wouldn’t do. You didn’t need a consult, you needed free reign of their facilities and equipment, which you had hoped was included in the deal you and Heimerdinger made.

Apparently not.

The door to your lab hissed open and Viktor stepped in. He stopped to stand beside you, gazing up at the once bare blackboard. It was now covered in scribbles, diagrams, and… doodles. Your doodles. You were gazing up at the chalk marks intensely, brow furrowed, deep in thought. He watched as your eyes flit from one side of the board to another, from one diagram to the next.

“The equations aren’t going to go anywhere, Doctor,” he nudged you gently with his shoulder. “You’ve been standing there staring at them all day.”

You sighed and rubbed your tired eyes.

“I’m missing something…” you mumbled.

“Your sanity, perhaps?” Viktor smirked.

You chuckled and shook your head.

“I gave up on recovering that long ago. No, I’m missing something else. A component, a proper mixture… I don’t know.”

He stepped closer to the board, studying the foreign symbols. There were photographs of blood samples taped above drawings of three separate chemical structures. Beside each structure was a small drawing; a flower, a lizard, and a crystal of some sort.

“I didn’t know you were an artist, doctor.”

You scoffed.

“Hardly.”

“Hmm. And what are these?” he asked, referring to all of the scribbles.

You stepped up next to him and pointed at the blood samples from left to right.

“Your blood, human blood, my blood,” you said.

Then, you gestured to the chemical structures, again from left to right.

“The root of a Snowbell Flower, found only in high elevations up north. The secretions of a Violet-Bellied Gecko, usually found underground in damp caves. And an Aetherite Crystal – that’s what I call them, anyway - which used to be mined by house Ferros, but have since become more difficult to get a hold of. I’ve tried so many different combinations. Every plant, animal, mineral, liquid, even gases, temperature, and pressure… I’ve tested anything and everything I’ve been able to get my hands on over the years. I was even desperate enough to try different sodas, once. Nothing works.”

Viktor regarded the board once more.

“There must be a reason you put these three samples up on the board,” he observed.

“Yes… These three were the most promising. The Snowbell worked the best. It was able to stabilize my blood enough to allow it to completely dissolve almost any abnormality without killing the patient, but the Snowbell itself caused some rather… unsavory side effects.”

“What kind of side effects?”

“Oh, you know… Nausea, vomiting, headache, dizziness, diarrhea, bleeding from the eyes and nose, necrosis of the appendages…”

Viktor’s eyes widened.

“It made your subjects… rot?”

You nodded sadly, then pointed to the drawing of the lizard.

“The Gecko stabilized my blood as well, but removed all of its healing properties.”

“And the crystal?”

“The crystal lessened the side effects of the Snowbell, but I’ve only been able to get my hand on one crystal, and it was used up ages ago.”

“Hmm… I assume you’ve tried combining the root with other things as well?”

“Yes, but… apparently Snowbell root doesn’t like having partners. The crystal was the only thing I was able to mix it with where the end product didn’t didn’t explode, which is surprising, seeing as the crystals themselves are rather volatile. Just a bump can cause a catastrophic explosion. You can’t imagine how stressful it was, trying to chip off small pieces and grind them up… One of the cities I lived in previously kicked me out due to an incident that left my workshop in ruins, and that was with only a small chunk.”

You plopped down heavily in your chair and buried your face in your hands. Viktor’s cane tick, tick, ticked, as he sidled up next to you and leaned back on the edge of the workbench. He rested a hand gently on your shoulder.

“You’ll figure it out, Doctor. Perhaps not in my lifetime, but definitely in yours.”

You gazed up at him through tear-filled eyes. The thought of not being able to find a solution in time to cure him was like an icy fist around your dead heart. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and wiped away a stray tear, then quickly stood and turned your back to him. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

“Perhaps we could find you another crystal…” he suggested cautiously.

You shook your head.

“The mining operations were shut down ages ago when they realized how dangerous the crystals are. Any that still remain are way are hoarded greedily and way out of my price range.”

He cast his gaze to his feet and nodded forlornly. From the postbox near the door came the whooshing of a pneumatic tube, and then a dull thunk as a message canister dropped inside. You approached with a furrowed brow and pulled the canister out. It was from the hospital. You unscrewed the top, retrieved the message, and unrolled it. You scanned the pages, then sighed and handed it to Viktor. He read aloud:

“Doctor Raven, we regret to inform you that we have denied your inquiry to access our facilities without consulting a house doctor… Blah blah blah. Best wishes…”

He handed back the note, which you crumpled up and tossed into the trash. Well, at least their denial was quick. They could have taken months to get back to you.

“I guess I’m heading to the hospital,” you grumbled and reached for your coat.

“What, now? It’s the middle of the day,” Viktor protested.

“They’re closed at night,” you reminded him as you shrugged on your jacket and pulled on your black leather gloves.

“Doctor-”

“It’s alright, Viktor. I’ll put my hood up,” you smiled.

“Actually, I was going to say that I’ll go with you.”

“That’s not necessary. I can handle-” You paused. “Actually… Having you there might be of benefit to us. Alright, we’ll go together.”

You hired a carriage, which was a seat in a box suspended between two huge wheels. The design was uninspired and the technology questionable, but it got you from point A to point B effectively enough without rattling apart, and kept the sun mostly off of you in the meantime. When the carriage pulled up to the clinic, you ducked out and rushed quickly through the sliding glass doors into the reception area, then waited for Viktor to catch up.

“Sorry…” you mumbled.

“No need to apologize, Doctor. You needed to get out of the sun, and I was fully capable of hobbling five steps into the hospital by myself.”

You matched his pace to the reception desk. The young woman that had provided you with your first cooler of blood greeted you with the same smile she had the first time you’d met.

“Doctor. Good to see you again. Here for another pick-up?” she asked.

“Not this time-” you looked closer at her name plate, “Nancy. I need to speak with whoever is in charge.”

“That would be Doctor Sammor. I can set you up an appointment-”

“We will see him now. This is a rather urgent matter,” you snapped at her.

Viktor eyed you out of his peripheral, but said nothing.

“I’m sorry, he’s not available without an appointment…”

“Where is he?” you asked. “I have been charged with this young man’s care by Head Councilor Heimerdinger himself and was assured that I would have access to all of the equipment I needed. Right now, I need a CT scan, MRI, and X-Rays. I assume you can’t give me access, so I’m going to need to talk to Doctor Sammor. Now.”

She stumbled over her own words as she tried to argue, but you cut her off with a look.

“I… I’ll let him know you’re on your way up. Top floor, end of the hall.”

“Thank you,” you said, dipping your head in a mock bow.

Once inside the elevator, Viktor spoke.

“I’d hate to get on your bad side…” he mumbled.

“I don’t like having to do that,” you admitted. “I’m hoping this ‘Doctor Sammor’ isn’t going to give us more trouble.”

But he did, as you expected he would. The doctor was a short man with dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin. He scowled when the door opened, and hung up the phone.

“I require appointments, gentlemen.”

“Not for us,” you told him as you stopped before his desk. “I hope that was Miss Nancy on the phone just now.”

“Yes, it was,” he rose to his feet, trying to seem intimidating, no doubt.

Next to you, though, everyone else looked like a puppy. You glared through narrow eyes, and a thin sheen of sweat appeared on his brow.

“I’m afraid I cannot give you access to our facilities without a doctor’s visit or a referral from another doctor.”

“I’m the doctor,” you growled. “Hand-chosen to tend to the care of Professor Heimerdinger’s assistant, which you know from the letter I sent asking for permission to use your facilities. And I believe the Councilor himself has spoken with you as well, hasn’t he? I would really rather not have to bother him with this. He has more important things to worry about than a stubborn, replacable, low-class doctor.”

He looked between you and Viktor standing shoulder to shoulder. Viktor was leaning heavily on his cane, matching your stern expression.

“What is your name, boy?” Sammor asked.

“Viktor,” he answered dryly.

“And you… Doctor Raven. I’ve heard of you. Read about your research. I know what you are. What you’ve done.”

“Then you know that it’s not a good idea to make me your enemy.”

“Are you threatening me, Doctor?” he sneered.

“No. Would you like to know what a threat sounds like?” you leaned in, placing your hands flat on his desk, gazing deep into his eyes.

A low growl built in your chest. Viktor thought about stopping you, but honestly… he wanted to see what would happen if he didn’t intervene. How far would you go?

“I imagine you haven’t seen your own intestines, doctor…” you said quietly.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Sammor snapped. “The facilities are yours, but you must be accompanied by a technician at all times.”

“Of course.” You rose to your full height. “So glad we could come to an agreement. We’ll schedule a time block with your receptionist.”

You turned on your heel and pulled open the door, holding it wide for Viktor. He stepped past you and out into the hall as Doctor Sammor plopped down heavily in his big executive desk chair. You closed the door behind you and let out an exasperated sigh. Viktor said nothing until you were back in the elevator.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Doctor.”

You shook your head.

“I’m sure I’ll be hearing from Heimerdinger about that. But it got the job done. The machines are ours to use.”

Receptionist Nancy’s smile was strained as you approached the counter once more.

“Doctor Sammor has agreed to give you free reign,” she said.

You nodded.

“We need them as soon as possible. When is the closest open time block?”

“Oh, um…”

She turned to her computer and scrolled through the calendar.

“It doesn’t look like anyone is using the x-ray machine right now… I can have a technician meet you up there.”

“If you would be so kind, thank you.”

[nebulous-rain]

stream doodles!! my blog is so dry

[animemenrock]

WHERE MY SKYSOLOS @ 🫵☝️

[okoilo]

old gumi drawing i did like a year ago

[scooterpengie]

✈️🥳 Happy Birthday Dr Flug!!! 🥳✈️

If you're thinking that Black Hat's gift is uncharacteristically nice of him, I should point out that chocolate isn't a flavour of cake that Flug really likes. Also it's not even a real cake

[paranormaljones]

so i have my first official dnd character now

his name is Dusk and he's a silly little caracal-inspired tabaxi bard cowboy guy okay i have to go to sleep now bye

[starsandnoodles]

Today I did a lot of doodles so I’m going to post them now because I haven’t been posting a lot!!

First, the crossover no one asked for

Second, Taranza picking a fight and being angry because part of my soul needs more bastard Taranza content DESPERATELY. Like guys… feed my soul.

Third, Susie Haltmann but a Gijinka based more or less on my own outfit today (I cannot write T’s very well I apologize if it looks like an R)

And last but not least a drawing of Susie Haltmann I started months ago and finally finished today

[ccasey0]

Okay, i have the first five stars. this took way longer than expected lol.

@allyheart707 is the one on Casey's tail. she is the star of sleep, and her bow carries dream arrows that grant those she shoots with it the dreams they will love the most.

@onlyhereforturtles is the fox looking at the black that Casey always leaves behind when he walks. They are a kitsune with markings that were surprisingly hard to get right. i was unable to add in all the stuff they mentioned, but i hope this is still acceptable.

@kitmay05 is the one waving at Casey. She is a small farmer who harvests shinedust and gifts it in little pouches to people in need. different kinds of shinedust has different qualities. she has a hoe that can be used for farming or whacking.

@cosmocafe is the goat floating at the top left. the only thing they mentioned was for the goat to have a scarf, so i made up a few little things while i was drawing. they can float and wherever they step they leave swirls of various different temperatures depending on the season. they help make the winter cold and the summer hot.

@icequeenabby is the little owl on Casey's head. she flies around the night sky while the other farmer stars are working to harvest the shinedust. she likes to fly underneath them and catch some of the stray dust on her wings. she will then happily fly around the newer shines that are just blooming and shower then with the dust to make them glow even brighter. she also has a stick. there isn't anything special about this stick. but she will kill you if you try to take it from her.

Whew, okay. that took forever. i still have two more stars to add to this, and then i wanna make individual drawings for each star. also, im calling the characters "stars" and the actual glowing dots in the sky "shines" so as not to get them confused with each other. I also want to add that i'm sorry if the stars don't look exactly how you guys described them. i did my best, and for some of the harder ones i just gave up and simplified them. at this point i'm too tired to change anything about it. oh. the explanation for why the stars are following Casey. sometimes, Casey will be walking through the Night sky to do something. sme of the stars see him and decide "oh! it's the Night Spirit! i bet i could help him with some stuff!" and they just start following him. they usually follow him around for as long as possible until he tells them to leave or to go do something. they will even follow him outside of the nighttime. Casey acts like he despises these little guys and their persistence. but he actually adores each one of them and will take a bullet to protect his tiny star bebes. the edgelord will never admit it though.

also, fun fact: the night sky is a little world of its own! it may just look like the sky from the earth, but it is more of a vast expanse of white where all the night spirits live. and yes, i know what you are thinking. "white? shouldn't it be black?" well, It is a mix of both. Wherever the upper spirits walk, the leave black footprints that spread like markers bleeding into paper. the blackness will eventually all drip away and land on the border between the celestial realm and the mortal one. then it just stays there, making the sky look black to everyone below. the Shines are bright enough to be able to shine through the backness though, giving the look of a night sky. also, only spirits can go through the borders alone. any mortal has to have celestial help to get to the celestial realm.

it might be a bit until i work on this again since i have a ton of work to do, family staying at our house for the eclipse, a bunch of other drawings i wanna get done, and way too little sleep to function properly. so yeah, imma sleep for a bit. catch up on some stuff. and then i will likely start up on this again. ALSO!! feel free to make this digital and add your own stars to this! i'd love to see what other people can come up with for this!

info on the au can be found Here! oke, bye now. hope you like it!

[kezibun]

Hello again tumblr ^-^

It's been a while...😅

[rozahline]

Have you ever drawn Mudsy from the Funky Phantom before? Just wonderin

ghost grandpapa :]

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[cuteniarose]

thoughts on ming-hua x p'li??

Unfairly attractive OTP rare pair that deserve a lot more love than they get, what else can I say?

[plantenjoyer]

I SWEAR I KEEP TRYING TO DO ART BUT THEN SOMETHING GETS IN THE WAY AND THEN I PROCRASTINATE AND THEN SIX MONTHS PASS

[kruinka]

tell us more abt ur romfan au 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

omg than k u for enabling me so. this is what i want to draw

-isagi kicking ass (comically) -first meeting kaiser sae rin nagi -full body designs kaiser sae rin nagi isagi -shirayukimiya and the seven dwarves -individual kaiser sae rin nagi -kurona isagi hiori nanase besties REAL -kaiser backstory comic -sae pre angst -sae intimidating -crying rin -rin pre angst

but i feel like u are here for the kaiser lore instead so

sorry if nothing makes sense😭

in my silly little brain there is kaiser angst and his father is the pope (thanks mitzi) -kaiser but hes more fake and more bastard than canon the setting is divine power does not do well with magic ESPECIALLY in this nation bc it is a blessed land (real not clickbait) -the royal familys defining trait?? is golden hair that never fades and every 20 years someone with this golden blood will be blessed with stigmata -stigmata in this case means the deity of this land has chosen u to be the next ruler -so breaking news!! kaiser does not have stigmata he only has social stigma bc his mother was a naive witch that fell in love with the king -he still has the golden hair but its also "tainted" with blue from the bloodline of a witch so the hair colours are all natural babie🤩🤩🤩 -anyways his mom thought they would be fine if they just lived quietly in a corner of the palace but nope she dies lol -cue evil queen who does not like the concubine so she plots an assassination -michael kaiser, age 6, motherless -idk how to go deeper into explaining his backstory but i do have an image in my head that i feel like would be better if i drew it out instead -but ofc kaisers world view is now flipped -living quietly and hoping for peace doesnt work so he will live as if he were dead while plotting his grand murder spree -and also two years before the family die kill murder -one of his half siblings received a stigmata -but kaiser kills him anyways bc how would u keep ur faith when all ur life u have been mistreated by those who call themselves children of god -and then the stigmata appears on him and hes just 😟😟 -after claiming the throne he kicks out a bunch of ppl and starts establishing diplomatic connections with the magic tower (cue ness) -bc it is very obvious that its a good thing. to establish connections. but holy kingdom vatican city here doesnt do that bc they are held back by traditions and bias -so after that hes just known as a blasphemous child sitting on the throne -but theres a party of intellectuals and new nobles who support him so like kaisers not dead YET -stuff is messy, his bad rep spreads and rumours get twisted so now hes not only known as Tyrant Who Scammed God (partly real) -hes also somehow a Sadistic Villain That Hypnotizes You With Magic (also partly real)

now in the main story hes all 🤪😏😏but thats how he acts when there is something he wants (scammer mode) -deep down hes 😐😔😠emo irritated and thinks hes a bad person (he is a bad person) -he probably does feel guilty for killing his father and not being able to protect his mother -and like tries to convince himself that what he did was right but sometimes he thinks of his mother and wonders if this is what she wouldve wanted :/ -and sometimes he doubts his ability as a ruler bc his half sibling was the chosen one and not him -being compared to and discriminated throughout ur whole life does something to a man huh -so the insecurities and jealousy issues still apply🫶 -but he is actually quite capable bc what else would u do in ur free time other than study -if u were stuck in the palace and ur mom is dead and ur father is pathetic -i want kaisers character arc to be him actually having a proper meltdown now that his life is no longer Constantly In Danger -and at the end of the arc he finally feels happy to be here something something i havent thought of this part yet

ok so this is very long and its still just kaiser and idek if anything makes sense but i also have stuff for rin and sae and isagi going on in my head

idk if the old romfan rant i posted can still apply to the au thats in my head bc i changed some roles around

[shidoukanae]

drawing for a scene in the TME light novel (specifically, Paris helping out Lyla!!).

I drew this scene immediately after I read it because oh my god of all the things I was expecting from Paris's first introduction, him lending a (unneeded) helping hand to Lyla was NOT what i thought his first introduction would be like