Kitty Love - Happy Valentine’s Day

So, in honor of Valentine’s Day I want to tell you about my cat Zoloft.

Three years ago he lost his best friend, Zandalee. She was grouchy, imperious, spoiled, and she DID NOT like to be placed. If she didn’t pick the spot herself, forget it. But Zoloft just adored her. Where she slept, he slept.

He was very lonely when we lost her, as our other cat was only 2 and just wanted to pounce and play. Zoloft was 15 at the time and so over that.

 Around the same time, my father passed away, leaving behind Tessa, also a large, fluffy female cat. Tessa loves people. Hates other cats. I mean REALLY hates other cats. Hissing, batting (with claws out), just generally the most anti-social cat I’ve ever met. But she needed a home and we were missing having that certain ornery energy only older female kitties seem to be able to produce, so we took her.

Tessa despised Zoloft. When he would come near her she’d swipe at him and hiss. He’d look at me with the most wounded expression. Why wouldn’t Tessa let him loooooooove heeeeeer? He just wanted to cuddle, maybe give her a bath from time to time. But Tessa was having none of it. 

Zoloft, however, would not be deterred. He launched a campaign to get this new fluffy girl cat to like him. I have watched Zoloft determinately win over the bitchiest cat I’ve ever met with the longest game of ‘don’t touch me/I’m not touching you’ I’ve ever seen. He started by sleeping about 8 feet away from her. Roughly a year ago I began to notice that he was slowly inching closer. A few months back I actually caught him waiting for her to fall asleep then sliding about two inches closer to her. 

Last month I came home to this:

He did it! My boy finally convinced her to let him sleep next to her! I have never seen a cat so focused on a goal before. It took him almost three years, but he finally won her over and now they sleep side-by-side constantly. Tessa still hates our other cat though.

White Day oneshot: Ladrien/LadyNoir

Happy White Day, everyone!

Please note: this is based on Adrien’s real schedule, which Marinette has in the show.

Marinette had never seen Adrien in his fencing attire. It had always been a dream of hers, because she could just imagine how dashing and handsome he would look. His training was after school on Friday nights, and she didn’t usually have an excuse to hang around- especially because Ayla liked dragging her shopping or to the cinema.

So it was with mixed delight and shock that Marinette bumped straight into Adrien on the 14th of March. She had left her sketchbook in her locker, and she had wanted to do some work on it over the weekend. Besides, it made her anxious not having it. It contained hours of work and ideas that would be impossible to replace.

“Ahh, sorry!” Adrien put his hands on her shoulders, checking she was okay.

“I didn’t see you there. I should really take this mask off before running around.”

Marinette missed the touch of his hands, but couldn’t complain when he removed them to tilt his mask up. He smiled, genuinely happy to see her. She noticed his perfect hair was rather messed up, but it only made him look even more attractive. He really suited the all white suit, she thought. He looked like a super hero.

“I…forget my sketchbook,” Marinette said carefully, trying hard not to stutter. Her face was bright red, but there was no hiding that.

“Oh, do you need help looking for it?” Adrien looked concerned. “I know how much it means to you!”

A fresh flush engulfed Marinette’s face, and she tried not to scream. She struggled against her brain shutting down and the million of tingles in her chest.

“It’s in my locker,” she managed.

“Oh, good,” Adrien sighed, relieved. “I’m going to go change… see you in ten minutes?”

“Sure?” Marinette squeaked, watching as he walked off to the boy’s changing rooms. After he closed the door, she slapped her cheeks, inwardly berating herself for imagining Adrien taking his clothes off. She marched herself to her locker, took out her notebook and put it in her bag.

She felt shaky as they met back in the corridor. The school was eerily quiet. Adrien had changed into black sweats instead of his usual shirt and jeans combo, and he looked like he had walked off a photoshoot, not an hour of fencing. He ran his hands through his hair, mussing it further.

“Do you know what day it is?” he asked Marinette, as they walked towards the door. She knew his chauffeur would be waiting outside, but he didn’t seem to be in any rush.

“Um, March 14th?” Marinette hastily recalled.

“Yeah,” Adrien grinned, and he reached into his bag, pulling out a thin, flat box of chocolates. The box was white, decorated with beautiful watercolour images of a girl with her hair in a bun. “It’s White Day- they celebrate it in Asia. They were selling this chocolate in the station- it’s cute, right? I thought you might like it. Because of the drawings?”

Marinette accepted the chocolate wordlessly. Adrien was smiling at her, and she felt like her heart was going to stop. She knew about White Day a little- she’d heard her mama talk about it, how one month after Valentine’s day, guys were supposed to return the chocolate they had received. It was a popular day for confessions, too.

“Thank you,” Marinette managed, after a few tense seconds. “That’s really kind, Adrien.”

“No problem,” Adrien smiled at her, clapping her on the shoulder. “See you Monday.”


Marinette didn’t want to ever eat the chocolate, despite how cute it looked. Instead, she put it on a shelf, with a little note, saying ‘White Day, from Adrien~’

Ayla was busy, and she felt too excitable to stay indoors, so she told her parents she was going to the cinema for a late showing, and transformed. There was nothing better than Paris at night-time.

Ladybug drew a deep breath, indulging in the fresh air as she yoyo-ed to the Eiffel Tower. It was the symbol of Paris: freedom and love, and it was her favourite place in the whole world.

She reached the 2nd tier, and she grinned to see Chat Noir bouncing along rooftops, heading to the same place. They often met up here accidentally, though for a while she did wonder if he had sneaked a tracking device on her.

“Bonsoir, my lady,” he purred, kissing her hand as they settled down on the metal bar. “I hope you are well this fine evening.”

“It’s been a good day, chaton,” she smiled, scratching him under the chin because she was in a great mood. He leaned into her touch with a sigh, slowly snaking his arm around her waist. He liked to say it was because he was worried she would fall, and she usually rolled her eyes and slapped him away. Tonight, however, Ladybug found she didn’t mind as much. Perhaps the fact her crush had shown her such affection, she felt the need to indulge Chat. She knew how much he cared for her, and although she had always been honest with him, his feelings never wavered.

They talked a little about their week, always in vague terms so as not too give too much away. As always, the black cat entertained her with his puns and jokes, and they spent a few hours enjoying each others company and keeping an eye over Paris.

When it was nearly time to part ways, Chat suddenly pulled her into a hug and whispered, “Wo ai ni,” in her ear. Ladybug froze, the phrase familiar to her but sounding foreign from his tongue.

“Chat?” she pulled back, staring at him. “Why are you speaking to me in Chinese?”

His green eyes widened and panic filled them. “I didn’t think you would know what that meant, my lady…”

Ladybug watched as a blush crept across his face and he bit his lip. She took in his blonde, mussed hair. There was only one other boy she knew with blonde hair that spoke Chinese. And why would he say it, today of all days?

“Adrien?” she asked, shakily.

His eyes shot up to meet hers and realisation dawned. “Marinette?”

She broke into hysterical laughter, covering her eyes. Chat jumped to his feet, thinking she was laughing at him, and was about to launch himself into the night when she grabbed his tail, hauling him back. Tears trembled in his eyes.

“Happy white day, silly kitty,” she said, before tugging him close for a kiss.

{A/N: I have this total headcanon that Chat will give himself away one day by speaking Chinese. Hope you spotted all the puns!)