Adrien glared at his kwami.

Plagg glared back at him.

Then that stupid smug smile cracked across the flying cat's face.

"C'moooooonnn! Adrien! It is right there!" the kwami whined, his tiny little paws waving exaggeratingly in the air, in the direction of the leather-bound book which had the name of his grandfather on it.

Adrien had never met his grandfather, mainly because he died way before he was born, apparently during the Second World War. He had tried to gain access to one of the Jewish refugee camps, but had been bombed with the rest of them. The details were blurry and his father refused to talk about his mother's father, having the topic being too close for comfort.

Right now, just like before the Volpina incident, Plagg was insisting he take something from his father. This time though, it was incredibly, to the point of being ridiculously easy. The book was just lying there – on the table in Gabriel Agreste's office. Adrien was extremely sceptical. If it was that easy, it never meant good news. Still, with the kwami's consistent taunts and possibly future mockery for being a scaredy cat, Adrien could not resist. He could always return it later, right?

His arm twitched in anticipation, green eyes twinkling with secret delight and nerves a fray.

Adrien grabbed the book and fled the office, his kwami following behind, cackling like the sneaky bastard he truly was. Book bag flying behind him, hair wild, he shoved the book to the inside of his jacket. He was already late for school as it was, and on the very day The Gorilla took his vacation. With those thoughts in his head, Adrien ran like the speed of light out of his house.

Plagg had regrettably taken refuge inside the book bag, realising too late that it was bumpy ride. Nearing one of the final corners, Adrien saw Marinette in an equal rush as him. A quirky smile stretched across Adrien's face and he got into pace with Marinette.

"Hey, Mari. Why in such a rush?"

Marinette scoffed, her face growing extremely red. "We're going to be late, silly."

"Race ya!" The cheeky grin almost broke his face and Marinette was reminded how much he sometimes looked like Chat Noir. With that said, Adrien rushed forward into a sprint, forcing Marinette to follow behind in an equal pace.

As the two rushed, Marinette felt a feeling of euphoria, a timeless brush of air. It was like chasing Chat Noir during their patrols, both giddy from adrenaline and those priceless (even if she won't admit it) jokes making her laugh loudly.

Her thoughts unfortunately caused a slow in her step and as she crossed the road, she felt arms pull her out of the way, her body being pulled into a warm chest.

"Careful!" Adrien quipped. "Those cars wait for no one."

Instead of being flustered, (she was internally screaming though) she just said her thanks. Behind them the school bell rang.

"Let's get to class.


November 17, 1939

Hawkmoth is a bastard. A cruel, twisted piece of scheisse. As we all fight, begging for freedom from our Führer's cruel reign, Hawkmoth decides to make this world a darker place than it already is. Villain after villain seems to pop out of nowhere. It has gotten to the point where I think I may break. Hitler is already driving us nuts – now all we need is more suffering.

Ladybug and I haven't rested properly in days. I can feel my muscles starting to give in and my brain is unfocused. Plagg is forced to eat mouldy cheese, as it is the only thing I can find for him. This leaves him to complain ever more. Can he not for at least one minute?

Excuse me for a minute, Jade is outside my window.

Felix "Chat Noir" Bastille


Adrien stared in shock at the page for a second. This belonged to the previous Chat Noir? Was he possibly still alive? Only way to find out and that was to continue reading.


November 17, 1939 11:30 P.M

It's late. Ladybug fell ill. The latest Akuma since I last wrote was a pathetic one. It's surprising how jealous young boys can be when it comes to impressing their seniors. So many naïve men, hardly to be even considered that. I hope that to whoever reads this, you believe that you're a man, if not, at least a decent lady, depending on gender.

I came to a shocking today. It's heart-wrenching, terrifying and pitiful at the same time.

I have fallen for my Lady.

There's something about her sweet blue eyes, dashing blonde hair and charismatic personality that just lures me in. I hunker for her love, her touch. Such an enigma, just out of reach. If I could, I would tell her. Unfortunately I am too terrified to do such in fear that she may reject me at some point in her life. As this makes no sense to my brain, it's possibly because she had rejected my attempts at wooing her multiple times in the past.

In other news, the girl who does the sewing down street has become quite close friends with me, and despite her strange ways of communicating, I've grown quite attached to the girl. She's uncharacteristically shy, but endearing in such.

I hope we can remain friends for as long as possible.

My roommate has become suspicious, but I suppose he's gotten used to my journalistic endeavours. It's thrilling to write from a third person's point of view on my own missions. Kryzler seems to believe otherwise. He feels as if most of my reports have been plagiarised, but from whom can I plagiarize when nobody else is willing to write about the Akuma attacks except me?

I need to go check on Ladybug's state of being. A friend of hers is keeping me updated. Good riddance.

Chat Noir, Felix Bastille, Brother, Son, Lover


This… Felix guy was very stoic, Adrien realised. And he loved Ladybug just as him! It enthralled Adrien to the brink. How much were the previous Chat Noirs alike to him?

His thoughts were interrupted when a teacher yelled at him for being distracted.

"Agreste, what is the formula for blue vitriol?"

Without hesitation and without looking up from the book, Adrien answered. "Copper sulphate as the chemical name, thus CuSo4 being the formula."

The teacher blinked in surprise and Adrien continued his read. The next entry was a week later.


November 25, 1939

It's gotten extremely cold. I'm going to bed. Just an entry to remind myself that I am still alive. Jade Turtle is coming back later. Plagg has gone into near hibernation because of the cold. He has trouble staying warm in the winter. I might just join him. There has been two Akuma attacks in the last week.

Felix Bastille, exhausted


Adrien frowned at the short entry. Plagg had trouble staying warm? He took note of that for when winter came.

Adrien was about to read one, but the bell rang. He shut the book, ready to leave for the day.


I'll probably continue this as a few-shot, loosely connected chapters. It would probably lead to a reveal, so stay tuned! And OMG I love this character, Felix. I know he was supposed to be Chat Noir in the original, but he's so interesting for fanfiction use!