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A Half-dead Mockingbird in Paris

DannyMay Day 26 - Luck

Summary: Ever wonder how ghost powers would work with a miraculous? Or how the Fentons would ever be let through border control at any major airport? Do you lay awake at night thinking about how Hawkmoth would go about akumatizing Danny?

Me too!

Unfortunately, this fic will answer none of these questions and likely only bring up more to plague your inconsistent sleep schedule.

(Danny Phantom x Miraculous Ladybug crossover)

(thanks to @thesoulspulse and @princessfanonanona for helping me come up with Danny's hero name!)

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“Soooo he’s from the future?” Chat nodded his head to the left where a boy in a white, grey and red costume was running around on the ground in front of the Eiffel tower. He had on a white and grey suit with red on his chest and mask, and holding up a white bow in his hand as he ran around. His grey feathered cloak rustled as he tried to line up a shot at the top of the tower, but ducked at the last moment to evade his pursuers.

“No, he’s not. I know what it looks like, but he doesn’t even know Bunnyx.”

“Did you ask?” Ladybug shook her head.

“No, but I’ve met his family. They’re a little weird, but they are supposed to be in our time.”

They scaled the side of the tower, ducking behind beams as a group of snickering white ghosts flew by. They watched as the ghosts ascended up to the top of the tower where a large green and silver doorway floated with dozens of ghosts pouring out of it every second. A teenage girl in an oversized blue pantsuit and orange hair pulled back into the shape of a loudspeaker stood on top of the doorway. The akumatized teen, aptly named ‘Loudspeaker’, let out short screeches at the boy.

“What’s with the temper tantrum, Jasmine? Did you lose your favorite stuffy? Or did your parents embarrass your whole family on live TV again?” the boy shouted in english. Loudspeaker shrieked louder and her shockwaves of sound made a massive crater in the ground, nearly hitting the boy. He started blowing raspberries as he dodged out of the way of a literal tornado of ghosts coming towards him.

As Nightingale flipped over a ghost trying to get him from behind, he unfolded his bow and quickly shot a single arrow into the ghost tornado as it turned towards him again. The arrow changed them into a pile of teddy bears in Albert Einstein costumes.

“Hey look Jazz! If you give up the crazy guy’s butterfly, I’ll give you all these clean new Bearberts~” Nightingale singsonged, holding up one of the bears. Loudspeaker yelled in frustration, causing another shockwave of sound to blow away large chunks of debris and anything else not nailed down.

“You’re not listening to me! You’re just like Danny; he never listens to me and neither do my parents! No one LISTENS!” Loudspeaker took a deep breath and a poor imitation of Phantom’s ghostly wail assaulted their ears. The tower vibrated heavily and Chat and Ladybug held on tight while Nightingale clapped his hands over his ears, somehow not moving an inch despite being directly in its path.

He stayed that way for a while until finally the attack subsided. Nightingale wobbled as he withdrew his ears and steadied himself, picking up his bow from where he dropped it.

“nO oNe LiStEnS!” he shouted back, mocking her. “Like you’re one to talk! I- uh, Danny tried to tell you that going somewhere with television crews would end in disaster! It’s a given with our- ugh, your family!”

“Is he sure he wants to stick with ‘Nightingale’?” Chat asked, holding back snickers. “‘Mockingbird’ seems to fit him a lot better.”

Another swarm of ghosts dived towards Nightingale. He chucked his bow high into the air and clapped his hands together. He slowly pulled them apart and a glowing white arrow was created between them. White gloved hands quickly grabbed it out of the air, then grabbed his bow and pulled it back on the string.

“Blank Slate!” He released the arrow and it hit the lead ghost. Every ghost in the swarm turned into tiny ducks and flapped their wings frantically as they slowly descended.

“That makes 8 times, M’Lady.” Chat turned to face her and raised his eyebrows beneath his mask.

Ladybug groaned. “He’s not a time traveler.”

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Chat whistled as Nightingale jumped into the air to dodge a group of ghosts. “Didn’t know the robin miraculous lets you fly.”

“Maybe it’s a bird thing?” Ladybug mused as they continued to climb.

“Mayura couldn’t fly.” Chat whispered as they hid behind another pillar.

“Peacocks don’t fly.” They hopped to a higher beam as a group flew right by where they were crouching before. “Do they?” Chat shrugged.

They continued to climb in silence for a while, before Chat spoke up again. “Phantom can fly. Do you think he’s part bird? My cat senses were telling me to chase after him.”

“Phantom’s a ghost. And he isn’t a miraculous holder.” Ladybug surveyed the area. “Hey come to think of it, where is he?”

“He went to ‘save a cat stuck in a tree’ and took off not long after you left,” Chat said with air quotes. “I’m a little offended I wasn’t the top cat on his list.”

Ladybug looked at him, bewildered. “What? Why would he leave when I said I was going to get help?”

“He was purr-obably too nervous to be alone with me. You know the saying: ghosts want me, fish fear me. I was just too pretty for him to handle.” He smirked. She rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Well come on pretty kitty, we don’t have much time. Nightingale looks like he can’t make any more arrows.”

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The duo pulled off a successful sneak attack and Ladybug purified the akuma and amuk. As the gate and the ghosts disappeared, Loudspeaker turned back into Jazz and Ladybug threw up the red and black spotted Fenton Keychain, letting the miracle cure do its work across Paris.

Nightingale landed in front of them and the heroes bumped fists. “Pound it!” They said in unison.

Ladybug nodded to Chat as she twirled her yoyo. “Me and Nightingale will head out first, can you—”

“Chirpp, let’s roost.” A sparkling white line travelled up from Nightingale’s boots to the tip of his hair and solidified into a white, grey, and red kwami with small grey wings in place of the front flippers.

Chirpp looked at Danny, Ladybug and Chat Noir, Jazz, and then back to Danny. They slapped their forehead as their master tried to hold back a grin.

“Oh no,” Danny said loudly as he put his hands on his cheeks. “Jazz and Chat know my identity! I guess you’ll have to take the hairpin back and never give me a miraculous ever again.” As Jazz stood and dusted off her pants, she jabbed him in the gut with her elbow and he clutched his stomach with a groan.

“What he means to say is he is sorry for breaking your trust and it will not happen again. Right, Danny?” she said in stilted French. Danny grumbled something under his breath before sighing and holding out a hand.

“Yeah, sorry about that Ladybug.” Danny chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “Guess I’m just not used to having a secret identity.” Jazz pursed her lips and clasped her hands together tightly. Now it was Danny’s turn to jab her in the gut.

He pulled off the hairpin and held it out to Ladybug. “We’ll only be in Paris for a few more weeks, but if you need me, my family’s staying at the hotel across from that one really good bakery.”

Jazz rolled her eyes. “The Dupain-Cheng bakery, Danny.” She smirked and tapped her chin. “Also, Danny does not have anything to do on this trip since his friends are not around...”

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“Hey there Bugaboo, Boy Wonder.” Nightingale only groaned.

As Chat accepted a croissant from Ladybug, he whispered loudly. “What’s up with the early bird?”

“I’m a night owl,” Nightingale grumbled from his slumped seat at the roof’s edge. “And whoever suggested early morning patrols is a dead hero.” Chat chuckled and sat down beside the other boy, swiping a take-out coffee with a small cat drawing from the tray in his lap.

Ladybug finished her own breakfast and stretched her arms before coming up to Nightingale’s other side. “Oh come on Gale, tell me you don’t feel anything looking at this view.” She gestured at the sunrise in the distance illuminating the early morning mists.

“I don’t feel anything looking at this view.” Nightingale said, then proceeded to chug the other three coffees on the tray in seconds. His hand automatically reached for the cup in Chat’s hands, but the boy quickly held it away. Nightingale narrowed his eyes at the other boy and nearly tackled him in his haste to snatch the drink away.

As the boys wrestled over the last coffee, Ladybug sighed at the three empty cups in the forgotten tray, two of them marked with little ladybug drawings.

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