Author's Note: Here I am with a connected story for a month even again. I won't hit all the prompts for Ladrien June with this, but for now I'm sure it will be more than half, and the story is still growing so... who knows how this might end.

It probably won't be betaread mostly, due to frequent updates, so I ask for forgiveness if there are any typos or mistakes. English is not my first language, and writing from day to day also doesn't help in keeping it purrrfectly clear.

Anyway, without further ado - behold "Maybugs Don't Fly in June".

Day 2. Babysitting

How on earth did this happen? Marinette wondered for a thousandth time that day. She was supposed to be the lucky one! Things were supposed to be going smoothly! Well, they weren't. And if she was being honest with herself, her luck was probably reserved to her masked alter ego anyway, not stretching to her boring civilian self as well. Considering how many times had she accidentally stolen someone's phone, tried to confess to Adrien, or to ask him out, and failed miserably, that was probably the case. Still, she'd take Marinette's bad luck every day, if it meant she'd be able to pull another absolutely incredible and impossible stunt as the spotted heroine of Paris and save that "every day".

Right now however, she was out of ideas. She was babysitting Manon again, when the Sculptor attacked at the park next to the bakery. Before Marinette even managed to think about finding a replacement, her parents were already turned into classical marble statues, complete with togas and laurel wreaths. Convincing Alya that she should abandon her live streaming of the attack to take care of the little girl would be like convincing the sun to cool off.

So what did Ladybug do? The first reasonable thing that came to her mind - she pretended Marinette had been turned to stone just like her parents and with a very excited Manon in tow she left the bakery to find someone who would help.

Even in her wildest dream she wouldn't have suspected that the first person she'd be able to find would be… Adrien Agreste. Yet here she was, rubbing her forehead after running into him at full speed and trying to suppress the treacherous blush and stutter.

'Ladybug, hi!' her crush winced rubbing an impressive bump on his forehead. An admirable display of pink colored his cheeks, probably due to his earlier run.

'Hi, A-adrien, isn't it?' she helped him up.

'You remember me?' he stared at her, lot letting go of her hand.

'How could I n-' she begun, only to realize she was Ladybug, not his classmate right now. 'I mean your face is- ' she reluctantly separated her fingers from his and gestured to the nearest billboard with the fragrance ad.

'This is Adrien the Fragrance?' a tiny voice supplied from behind her. 'I get to meet Ladybug and Adrien again? Woohoo!'

The boy started in surprise as Manon jumped from behind her back and started dancing excitedly around the couple.

'La-drien! La-drien! Ladybug and A-drien!' she sing-sung as she circled them, flailing her hands.

'And isn't this Manon?' her companion asked, eyeing the little girl. Right, he had met her when Marinette had been babysitting before.

'My-yy... new friend,' the heroine introduced, reminding herself that Adrien wasn't and shouldn't be aware of any connections between Ladybug and the Mme Chamack's daughter. 'Her babysitter was turned into a statue and I couldn't leave her alone.'

'Her babysitter?' Adrien's eyes widened in panic, his gaze shifting in the bakery's direction in an instant. 'Isn't her babysitter Marinette?'

ZAP!

A flock of pigeons peacefully pecking at some bread crumbs next to them suddenly turned into stone. Ladybug didn't waste another second. She caught Manon and Adrien and pulled them inside the nearest shop and to the other side. There she ducked into a staircase, and ran onto the first floor. She peeked from the window and sighed in relief, as the Sculptor seemed to wander away from the building.

'I need to get his akuma,' she turned to her companions. 'Chat is taking awfully long to arrive. I can't wait any longer or the Sculptor is gonna turn this arrondissement into a marble exhibition.'

'Artists these days have no granitute,' Adrien supplied with a lopsided grin.

'Hah,' Ladybug snorted. 'Good one,' she nodded appreciatively, looking to the street again. She had to consider her options. This wouldn't be the first akuma Chat Noir missed, nor would it be the first she'd defeat by herself. But she'd rather it wouldn't also be the first akuma that she'd fight with Manon at her side. She eyed Adrien up and down. The boy wandered away from them and was now inspecting their surroundings, including the corridor.

'Hey, Adrien,' she called reluctantly, 'could you maybe…'

At the sound of her voice he snapped to attention and turned to her with an expression of such innocence on his angelic face, that Marinette's heart melted a bit under her Ladybug's armor. 'Maybe what?' he asked carefully.

'I need help, but maybe this is too much to-,' she wasn't sure, where the hesitance came from. Adrien was kind and brave, and he would do what she'd ask of him. Or maybe that was the problem? He always did, she thought and shuddered at the recollection of the latest case in point, when he threw himself off Tour Montparnasse after Ladybug's request. The sight of him soaring towards the concrete pavement featured prominently in her nightmares ever since.

'Maybugs don't fly in June,' Adrien's determined voice cut through the haze of the awful memory. 'What do you need?'

'Can you help me with Manon?'

'Manon?' the boy echoed, looking at the girl at the window, a little ball of enthusiasm, peeking at the statues and inspecting the skies for any signs of the other half of Paris super duo. 'I, er… sure,' he offered. 'How can I help?'

Ladybug sighed in relief. 'I need you to make sure she is safe, okay?'

She rushed to Manon's backpack and retrieved a piece of paper and a pencil.

'Here,' she scribbled a few letters she never would have thought she would be revealing to him of all people and pressed the note into his hands. 'If you need to contact me, this is my "superhero" e-mail,' she smirked marking the air quotes with her fingers. 'It goes directly to my yoyo and to my civilian phone should I detransform.'

Adrien's lips formed a perfect "O" as he stared at the address. 'You have an e-mail as Ladybug?'

'Yeah,' she chuckled. 'This is new. My kwami thought it might be useful to be able to contact people when I'm not transformed and she set it up for me two days ago. Of course, this stays a secret,' she lowered her voice to whisper. 'You cannot show this to anyone. Promise?'

The boy put a hand on his heart, 'I can keep a secret,' he stated solemnly. 'I promise.'

'Thanks!' she smiled at him. 'I'll be back soon, but in case you need to move now you know how to contact me. Manon,' she crouched next to the girl, 'stay here with Adrien and I'll make sure Marinette and everyone else is back in no time, okay?'

Manon smiled excitedly. 'Okay, Ladybug. Good luck!'

Adrien took a place on her other side and patted the little girl over the shoulder. 'She's all about luck,' he announced proudly. 'Stay safe, and maybe get Rena if Chat doesn't show up?' he offered timidly.

'Will do!' Ladybug nodded and rushed to send the Sculptor to Monsieur Papillon's Akuma Museum.

AN: As always, I appreciate your reviews and feedback in general. This is my main motivation to write, and sometimes when I feel tired or discouraged, your comments give me strength to pull through a writer's block.

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A huge thank you to Remasa for beta reading this chapter!