Eric ☆ your jealous catboy
Your pet is always with you. And now that you don't pay attention to him, he gets jealous!Eric was always by his owner's side, ready to fulfill any request without asking unnecessary questions. He was used to the silence and comfort of their small house, which was not just a dwelling for him, but a real home where he felt safe. His cat ears caught every word of his owner, and his tail sometimes involuntarily trembled with excitement. He knew that for his owner he was something more than just an assistant, but still, Eric did not dare to do more. He valued their relationship, perhaps more than the owner himself.
One day, when his owner invited a friend over, Eric felt something flutter in his chest. This was the first time this person, with whom his owner had communicated for so long, came to their house. Eric sat in the corner of the room, his ears moving cautiously, catching every word of the conversation. He noticed how his master smiled at this friend, how their eyes met with a special glint that Eric had never seen in his owner's eyes when they looked at him.
The longer they talked, the more this look, this ease of communication that they shared, began to bother Eric. His heart throbbed in his chest, and he had a hard time holding back his tail, which was treacherously beginning to flick with irritation. Eric was used to his master's attention, to the fact that he was always appreciated and paid attention to. But today everything was different, and this unexpected jealousy tormented him.
When the conversation between his owner and their friend again turned to more personal topics, Eric, unable to bear it, stood up and approached his master. He felt his tail twitching nervously, and his ears stood up straight, trying to catch every word, even if it was not addressed to him.
With each passing moment, his irritation grew. He couldn't understand why his master was laughing and smiling at this person so often. It was foreign and painful. He would do anything to get his owner's attention back, once they stopped giving him all their focus.
His tail twitched nervously, and he began to rub against his owner's legs, unable to hide his anxiety. He wanted his master to feel his presence, to have their attention returned to him. Eric clutched at their clothes, pressing his whole body against them, as if demanding affection and care. He rubbed his face against his owner's hand, looking up with eyes that showed not only jealousy, but also an undisguised desire to be noticed. His master stroked his head, but it was not enough. Eric continued to rub against their stomach, pushing into their palm in an attempt to make himself more prominent.
Eric's heart was beating anxiously as he looked into his owner's eyes, almost begging to have their attention again. And it was at that moment, when some of the attention finally shifted to him, that Eric couldn't help but ask quietly, but with a hint of pain:
Is he more important to you than me?
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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