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snaileer · 3 years

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Fight or Find Balance, Part 2

Danny rushed to the Far Frozen at breakneck speeds. He’s pretty sure he broke his own record; it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Not until he could get his family back.

He was getting his family back and he was using those miracu-somethings to do it.

Danny finally saw the edge of the Far Frozen as he turned a corner around a haunt. He upped his speed another notch.

Frostbite spotted him approaching, lifting his hand to wave, “Great one! How nice to-“

Danny didn’t stop, didn’t even pause to ask permission, he needed that map.

He wove through the corridors, barely registering the twists and turns until he came to the treasury room. He flew into the room, eyes focused on his goal-

And immediately got clotheslined by the staff of a spear.

“Great One!” Frostbite’s voice echoed from down the hall in conjunction with pounding footsteps.

The yeti that’d stopped him looked down at him with something akin to regret. “I apologize for the rough treatment. I am Ygirr, Great One. Lord Frostbite will be here soon to explain.”

Danny snarled at him, “I don’t need his explanation, I need the infinity map!”

“Daniel.” A sharp voice cut him off, forcing Danny to look back at the infinity map. Clockwork now stood in front, blocking it from Danny’s line of sight.

“Clockwork, what the hell are you doing here, why won’t they let me use the infinity map!?”

Something in clockwork’s eyes softened as he shifted into an old man, “They won’t let you because I told them not to.”

“Then go back and save them yourself! I know you can! You have the power to do it!”

Clockwork was a baby now, and then a normal man again, “It is not about if I have the power to do it. There are many constraints that even I bow to in this world, Daniel.”

“Clockwork is correct, young one,”

Danny whipped his head around look to Frostbite who now stood in the doorway, “It is not our place nor is it right to mess with the ways of the world. And I will not let you use the infinimap to do it.”

“You can’t stop me!” Danny yelled. They had betrayed him! Both of them! How could they not understand what he was trying to do?!

“I know you want to save your family but -“

“I’m not just going to save them! I’m going to make everything right again! All of it! I’m going to fix it!”

Frostbite’s eyes shifted to look behind Danny, he gave a small, relenting nod.

Danny barely had time to turn around before a mass of glowing green chains slammed into his chest.

“What is this-What did you do, Clockwork?!” He couldn’t even lift himself up, the chains weighing him down.

“Daniel Fenton-Phantom, Second of Your Kind and Halfa Prince of the Infinite Realms, I bind you! To this time and to this earth! Until you fight with balance once more, these chains shall remain!” Clockwork swung his staff to point at him, the gears on it turning. The green chains starting shrinking and absorbing into his skin, until there was nothing left but a faintly glowing gear-shaped lock. It faded too.

A heavy furred hand settled on his shoulder, “It for the best, Great One. We only want you to heal.”

Danny couldn’t think. If what clockwork said was true… he couldn’t go back in time… he couldn’t find the miraculous things, he couldn’t make his wish, he couldn’t fix it. He couldn’t fix it. He couldn’t. Fix. It.

Danny shoved Frostbite away, not even caring that he flew into the wall. Cracks echoed out across the structure. He knew his eyes would be glowing, Danny didn’t care, he couldn’t see past the green haze himself.

“How dare you say you want me to heal! You know nothing! You spend all your time in the Zone! You’re just a ghost! You don’t know what I lost, you don’t even know me!”

“Daniel!”

“Don’t call me that!” Danny whipped around to shout at Clockwork, “You don’t get to call me that after you practically killed my parents and then refused to save them! I’m Phantom!”

Clockwork’s child form stood his ground, “You cannot use the miraculous like this, Danny. They are totems of balance, not desperation.”

Are.

Present tense.

The miraculous still existed. Clockwork knew where they were. They still existed. He still had a chance.

“You were right about one thing, you big Hourglass,” Danny tapped into the ice that had buzzed in his core since arriving here, “I am desperate. Very desperate.” He shot the eye beams into the gears in Clockwork’s chest and leapt for the Infini-map.

There wasn’t enough time. He didn’t know if the ice would work. How long Frostbite would be down. If he could win against both of them.

One thing he did know though, he had to save his family.

“Infinimap, take me to the miraculous.”

#danny phantom #Danny fenton #Danny phantom crossover #dp crossover #dp #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #Chat Noir #hawk moth #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrienette #gabriel agreste #angst #dphantom #dp angst #miraculous ladybug crossover

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regulus-ready-to-scream · 3 years

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he’s a phantom.

i’m working on a danny phantom reboot. here’s the boy himself.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dfenton #dphantom #danny phantom reboot #redesign #danny phantom redesign #amity park horror show

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pransesdp · 2 years

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2, 3, 11, and 12 for the latest meme?

2) What’s your favorite fic?

Ack, tbh I haven't really been too up-to-date on reading DP-related fics these days 😅... but I do remember this one fic about an AU-version of "The Ultimate Enemy" (where Sam ended up surviving) was an interesting story to read through from what I recall.

3) If you could canonically rewrite any episode, which would you chose?

Heh... weell there's actually a few that's always been on my mind for potential "rewrite" material (not counting "Phantom Planet" 'cause I mean, everyone does that lol). Here's the three that's been most on my mind atm:

-"Teacher of the Year" (S1) = Had a good premise going with Lancer getting more development + the videogame adventure aesthetics looking cool... but I really could've done without that random "Danny and Tuck act sexist to Sam outta nowhere" subplot :/. Like... weren't these three friends since like, 2nd grade? Why would they act so condescending about her playing games as they do (+especially knowing how Sam is, I doubt she would've let this slide if she's gonna keep hanging out with them)? It just felt so OOC & unnecessary to the story that I honestly think it'd be best to just scrap it (and instead replace it with like, a story of the trio just playing the games on equal terms without much conflict (except maybe getting more "casually" competitive or something for high score-purposes)? Idk-)

-"Urban Jungle" (S3) = While I do still enjoy this one alot based purely on entertainment-value (+all the cool aesthetics like Plant!Sam & Danny's new ice powers), a part of me does feel like it would've benefitted a lot more by being a full-on movie than a regular episode. More time to give the heroes some big stakes, character development, more intense fights (+Plant!Sam being more "active" of a threat), yknow all that jazz .3.

-"The Ultimate Enemy" (S2) = I know this is a fan-favorite by the fandom and all... buuuut yeah, I'm still not all that impressed by it tbh :p. Like, okay sure having that darker atmosphere and Danny's biggest "enemy" being the fear of growing up is a good idea in-theory... but, again how does it make sense for him to turn to Vlad when losing all his loved ones?? Like... you couldn't have just had Danny doing the "splitting-my-halves-apart" ritual himself out of his own personal guilt? Honestly I feel like that angle could've added more weight to the story + show how much Danny's ghostly side has become a core part of him than he realized (think of it like how Steven Universe became so drained/close to dying when his "Gem" side got taken out in the "Change Your Mind" special). Then I guess if you had to include Vlad, it'd be through this now-separated Phantom!Danny chasing him down for "revenge" and absorbing his powers, forming into the "Dark Danny" you see today. Or... idk, maybe thats just me lol.

11) Most underrated fic trope?

It pains me that I still have yet to see that many others exploring more of the family backgrounds for some of the characters outside of Danny... like, cmon especially with a case like the gloomy goth girl Sam growing up with preppy/controlling rich parents, it always made curious of how she must've coped with that growing up :c. Sam with those like Tucker as well since we only see his folks in snippets in the show, wonder what they must be up to?

12) Most overrated fic trope?

Idk if this is still a thing "regularly" by the current fandom but... could never really get the appeal of "dissection" fics tbh (let alone performed by his own parents ._.). Like, don't get me wrong I'm all for exploring a bit of "dark" themes here and there fanfic-wise but... really? Danny's folks? The same people who accepted their son wholeheartedly when he first revealed the truth in "Reality Trip"? Idk, just feels too OOC for me to see them doing such a thing to their own kid (ghost-researching jobs or not) .-.

#danny phantom #dphantom ask meme #katygorl #(*apologies for the late responses I had to do a bit of digging in terms of finding what my last few fave fics were lol*)#danny fenton #sam manson #danny's parents #tucker foley

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superphantom · 3 years

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Concepts & fics about the Winchester’s infamy with the general human population always crack me up. Like, imagine finding out the “FBI” agents you talked to were actually mass murderers, and /then/ finding out that the whole terrorism thing was just a misunderstand because actually they hunt monsters (which are real by the way), all in the wake of some horrible news worthy tragedy. It’s hilarious! sup

Most people agree, after learning the full story, that while the Winchesters are /technically/ criminals, taking legal action against them would cause more harm than good. I mean, they don’t (usually) intentionally murder innocent people. All the other crimes are small in comparison, breaking and entering to save a life is excusable, credit card fraud is unsavory but fairly harmless, and property damage always takes second place to human safety. The trio have very staunch attitudes towards even small forms of “amorality” (ie; cheating, stealing, using powers on innocent people), but they know when it’s okay to make an exception. However...

(Gif by daniphantom911)

It’s been a minute since I watched the episode, so excuse me if I’m wrong, but Super Danny went after human criminals too. With real deal ghost hunters in town inching towards his secret identity, Danny decides to use the Fenton Ghost Catcher, just until it’s safe again. Unfortunately for him (Sam and Tucker), his ghost half has different ideas. The Winchesters face a ghost the likes of which they’ve never seen before, Danny is both completely disinterested and actively trying to get himself killed, Sam and Tucker have a very serious game of rock-paper-scissors, and no Amity Park citizens* notice anything is happening, all leading up to a big showdown chock full of horrible one-liners.

*Wes is banned from every forum discussing the Winchester’s criminal history. Public interest in the case goes down 15% after he starts posting about it.

#superphantom #supernatural #danny phantom #identity crisis #super danny #idk what to tag this lol #i just thought it would be funny #Can you imagine the dialogue?? A guy who regularly uses the word 'fiend' holding a conversation with dean winchester.#i also like the interpretation that wes's incredibility isn't just a funny little amity park thing. hes like. cursed with always being able #to see the truth about a situation but noone will ever believe him. sounds like a greek myth lol.#wes weston #fun danny #theres something so funny about dphantom being mad at them for stealing after finding out theyre innocent of murder.#superphantom concept #superphantom idea #i hope this is entertaining to yall!! if you feel inspired by this go ahead lol id be honored just let me know so i can rb

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cherrymangos · 7 years

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Please do not use my art without my permission! Ask first!

#Digital Art #Fan Art #Chibi #Camp Camp #Camp Camp Fan Art #CC Max #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Danny Phantom Art #Danny Phantom Fan Art #DPhan #Dphantom #Silvestry's Art #Silvestry's Fan Art #Silvestry's Camp Camp #Silvestry's Danny Phantom

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durinreborn · 7 years

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DROPS THIS LIKE A MF BOMB

#danny phantom #dphantom #fanfiction #fanfic #mine

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ladylynse · 2 years

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Hello again, it's me the one that asked about Le Fantôme. I saw your replied, thanks for that. Glad to know that it wasn't a bother. I don't think I know the previous version of that scene to know how much had improved, I just going to say that for me is perfect :) :) Well, I don't know about others but I'm following on both ff and ao3 so I, at least do follow your updates. Also, why not just keep it as "Le Fantôme" sounds great and much better than just calling it 'The Phantom', though that would be hilarious XD XD (just because it is a crossover between DPhantom and ML). But of course that would be just your decision, good luck with it :) :) Also luck with all surrounding it if you ever work on it, and with all your stories in general.

(re: this ask)

It wouldn't be the first time I've named an ML crossover for the villain, I suppose. *grins* I hadn't posted any other version of that scene, so in case you're curious, I'll stick it below the cut. Whichever one I use would still need a bit of tweaking, but this is the one that we can pretend is only take two. (Here’s take one.)

Danny checked to make sure the coast was clear one more time before picking the Infi-Map out of its container. He grinned as he unfurled the parchment in his hand. Tucker was so going to eat his words. Served him right for thinking Danny couldn’t sneak into the Far Frozen to grab the map.

They didn’t plan on keeping it for long, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Tucker had bet Danny that he couldn’t do it. Sam hadn’t been there to take sides, and somehow Danny had managed to claim that he could be there and back within an hour. If he was going to manage that, he would have to actually use the map.

“Okay, you know where I really need to be right now,” Danny murmured. “Let’s go.”

The map jerked forward, nearly flying out of his grip, and Danny found himself pulled through the Ghost Zone much faster than he could fly. He moved far too quickly to identify landmarks—the world was a blur of green occasionally blotched with purple streaks—and when he first spotted the bright green spot that was clearly a portal, he was relieved. He was going to make it.

And then he realized, as he got closer, that the portal wasn’t nearly as big as it should be, and the next blink confirmed that it wasn’t rimmed with all-too-familiar metal.

The next blink pulled him through the portal.

The map stopped.

Danny didn’t.

He was falling before he could really comprehend what had happened, but he knew enough to fly back toward the portal.

Problem 1: The portal winked out before he could reach it.

Problem 2: The Eiffel Tower is very distinctive, and that was enough to tell Danny the map had not only not taken him to Tucker, but it had also taken him straight out of the country.

Problem 3: He was maybe three hundred feet above the ground, but he still collided with someone.

They fell at least twenty feet, maybe more, before he felt a cord wrap around him and pin him to the other guy. Danny didn’t have a great view of the person he’d hit—all he could see was blond and black—but he didn’t want to scram until he was sure the guy was okay. Or girl. Honestly, he couldn’t tell right now.

There was an explosion of words he didn’t understand—French, presumably—and, as he swung toward the Eiffel Tower, the guy he was tied to—definitely a guy, judging by his voice—shouted something.

Danny didn’t realize that was actually important until he felt the Infi-Map start to crumble in his hands.

He phased through the cord. It caused the other guy to shout in surprise, but he wasn’t going to just fall to his death, so Danny concerned himself with chasing after the scraps of paper that had been the Infi-Map.

Even the fragments he caught dissolved as he touched them, leaving nothing but a faint dust on his fingertips.

He pulled to halt and hovered in midair, staring. The Infi-Map couldn’t really be gone. This had to be some kind of elaborate joke.

After all, it was impossible to destroy the Infi-Map…wasn’t it?

There was more shouting behind him. Two distinct voices, male and female. Danny looked behind him and blinked. Strange it as had been to collide with someone, and horrible as it was to have the Infi-Map just gone, he had not expected to see a pair of costumed teenagers hanging off the Eiffel Tower and staring at him.

Especially when his ghost sense hadn’t gone off.

The girl in the spotted suit was balanced on a pole that seemed to have somehow been stuck to the side of the Eiffel Tower, defying gravity and maybe a few other laws of physics. She had hauled up her partner—the one Danny had run into, a guy in a cat suit—with apparent ease while he hovered there, gaping. He had never heard of superheroes in Paris. Or anywhere, actually, that he knew were real and not just stories.

What if this wasn’t his reality?

Or what if it was the same reality, just not his time? What if it was his future or something like that? Maybe not distant future—even from this height, the cars looked normal enough—but still. Future. It would make getting home a heck of a lot harder if he didn’t have the Infi-Map. Did that mean he’d been missing for years or however long this was?

“Stop getting ahead of yourself,” Danny muttered. He needed to find something with a date—newspaper, electronic billboard, he wasn’t going to be picky—before he jumped to conclusions. If this was present day, he didn’t need to panic.

Well.

Not as much, anyway.

But definitely still a little, considering the two teenagers from the Eiffel Tower were now heading in his direction, the girl swinging towards him with that rope of hers and the boy using the staff as some kind of crazy helicopter blade. (Danny would be sure that was impossible if he didn’t regularly deal with his own kind of supposedly impossible things every day, sometimes seven times before breakfast.)

It was good motivation to move, even if he didn’t know where he was going.

The girl’s weapon zipped past his head; it was some kind of giant yo-yo, though if it had a proper name, he didn’t know it. The teens were yelling at him again, but Spanish and French were not similar enough for him to figure out what they were saying when they were talking that fast. Trouble was, he had no idea if they knew English.

He didn’t really want to stop long enough to find out, considering how intent they seemed to be on capturing him. Intangibility and invisibility wouldn’t help him for long if these guys had ghost hunting tech.

Skulker hadn’t started outsourcing, had he? That was doubtful, but Danny wouldn’t put it past Vlad. Except Vlad wouldn’t know that he was here, because he wasn’t supposed to be here. Although apparently it was where he needed to be.

Danny risked a glance over his shoulder, eliciting more yells in French from his pursuers. They kept repeating something, and he’d finally figured out what it was: Le Fantôme. Phantom. Ghost.

Okay. So maybe it was Vlad after all.

He wasn’t going top speed, mostly because he kept hoping a portal would open and he’d have a chance to escape before he shot past it, even though he had no idea how he was going to tell Frostbite that the Infi-Map was gone. Consequently, yo-yo girl was gaining on him. For someone he was pretty sure wasn’t a ghost, she was pretty skilled with the thing. It definitely did more than Danny had ever managed with a normal yo-yo. Not that the Fenton Ghost Yo-Yos had exactly been normal yo-yos, but the one he’d had when he was five and terrified of the dark had served as a decent enough nightlight once he’d gotten over the wailing sound it had made whenever he’d touched it.

Still, if yo-yo girl’s proficiency hadn’t given it away, the spotted suit and mask definitely would’ve. If she wasn’t a bounty hunter of some sort, she was a hero defending her city or a villain defending her territory. Which meant Danny was the unenviable combination of threat and target.

Unfortunately for him, her partner didn’t see it any differently.

Worse still, Danny couldn’t see cat boy anymore.

Danny bit his lip, hedged his bets, and pulled into a steep climb. The girl depended on her yo-yo to swing between buildings, so he should be able to count her out as a threat when he was above the skyline. Cat boy…. That was less of a safe bet, but he couldn’t fling himself off the Eiffel Tower this time, and chances were good that he couldn’t gain enough height quickly enough to catch up to Danny, and then he could safely go invisible and lose them, even if they did have a ghost tracker or two with them.

Paris sprawled out beneath him, more brown than green this time of year. Autumn still, or maybe spring. The air lacked winter’s bite, which made it more likely that the portal had only been spatial and not temporal. Granted, if this wasn’t his time or his universe, these two definitely weren’t working for Vlad, which begged the question of how they knew his name.

Danny squinted and raised a hand to shield his eyes as he tried to spot his pursuers. Still no sign of the boy, but the girl stood on a roof and was looking up at him.

“Maybe I’m lucky and they’re not actually after me,” Danny murmured, though he didn’t really believe that. He took another look at the city, trying to pick out a landmark besides the Eiffel Tower. He could spot a few buildings—something with a gold dome, probably a church; the glinting glass pyramid in front of the Louvre; what might be the Arc de Triomphe—but he had no idea where he could lead these two where he might have the advantage. He didn’t know a safe place to hide and change back. They must know this city like the back of their hands, especially from the rooftops, and knocking them down to ground level wouldn’t give him any advantage.

Danny glanced back down at yo-yo girl and blinked. Her partner was back, but he wasn’t beside her; he was halfway to Danny, clinging to a still-extending pole. Danny yelped and shot forward, aiming for somewhat neutral ground: a tall building with a flat roof about ten blocks away. He needed information, which they could probably give him if they understood what he was asking. If they did have ghost hunting weaponry with them, they weren’t using it yet, so he should be safe as long as he went intangible. They probably spoke English, and if he let them catch him, they might actually tell him something. Maybe even help him, once he convinced them he wasn’t a threat.

If they had magic, and it seemed like they did, it might not be too late for the Infi-Map. They might be able to fix it. Not that there was anything to fix, and that’s really what worried him. He’d always just sort of assumed that the Infi-Map was indestructible, that Frostbite kept it locked up only so it didn’t fall into the wrong hands, but obviously that was wrong. He wished he’d seen exactly what cat boy had done to it or that he even had the pieces of it to return on the faint hope that Frostbite could fix it, but now….

Now, he just hoped he’d get home, no matter how much trouble he was going to be in—with Frostbite, with his parents, with Jazz and Sam and Tucker….

Focus. He needed to find out when he was and see if there was anything obvious that would tell him this wasn’t his reality. He’d assume the fact that Paris needed a couple of superheroes would make the news, but then again, he didn’t really watch the news. Besides, in Amity Park, it was mostly ghost-focused, and almost no one else except for those in Elmerton even seemed to believe what happened there. If that was the case here—

Danny had hardly touched down on the roof he’d been aiming for before he heard two more thumps behind him. Half the baton whizzed by his ear; these guys weren’t wasting any time. He turned around, only to see the yo-yo sailing toward him again. He decided not to fight it—flying away wasn’t getting him anywhere, and he did want answers—and got clocked in the head by the rebounding baton for his trouble. “Ow! You know that hurts, right?” He should have gone intangible anyway. Granted, that would have made the yo-yo cord fall, and them thinking he was captured was worth the pain and inconvenience.

It wasn’t much different from getting hit by the Booo-merang, really.

The two teenagers blinked at him and exchanged quick glances with each other. “Un Américain,” the girl muttered. “Bien sûr. Plus de touristes.”

“Um. English? Hopefully?”

“Sorry,” she said, though she didn’t entirely sound it. “Je m’appelle Ladybug. This is Chat Noir.” She nodded to her partner. “And you are Le Fantôme.”

It wasn’t a question, so Danny didn’t take it as one. He just nodded. “Danny Phantom, actually.”

Chat Noir frowned. “Danny Phantom?” he repeated. “Not Le Fantôme?”

Danny shrugged, since he could still move his shoulders, if not his arms. “Or Phantom. Just not one who hangs around an opera house.”

Chat Noir grinned at him, but Ladybug was looking alarmed. “You aren’t…. Je suis désolé, Phantom, we didn’t realize.” The yo-yo cord around him loosened and fell even without him going intangible. He was really starting to think magic played a role with these two; this kind of thing seemed more up Desiree’s alley than Technus’s. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you like us?” asked Chat Noir.

Danny wasn’t sure what that meant, and he wasn’t sure if that was just a consequence of Chat Noir translating something wrong in his head. Danny hesitated, looking at them. The masks might obscure their features a bit, but these guys were teenagers, just like he was. And whether or not their weapons were magical, something about Chat Noir’s question made Danny think there was more to it than being a teenage superhero. He just had no idea what that was.

“I’m a ghost hunter in my hometown,” Danny answered slowly, “and I try to protect people, like you are.”

“Ghost hunter?” Ladybug repeated.

Danny nodded. “Yeah, they’re a problem back home. I help keep it under control. I’m, um, not supposed to be here. I came through a portal by mistake.”

Ladybug and Chat Noir exchanged glances, so Danny quickly added, “It’s a long story.”

A few more seconds ticked by, making it more and more unlikely that he was lucky enough that Clockwork would step in, stop time, and rescue him. That would have been a perfect time to whisk him away. And Clockwork would have known that. Maybe the Observants were watching more closely than usual. Or maybe he figured Danny should lie in the bed he’d made, mess though it was.

Crud.

“Look,” Danny said, “I know I might’ve freaked you guys out by mistake, so I’m sorry.” Apologies were always a safe bet, especially when you were going to ask for help in the next breath. “Um, I’m guessing you’ve got some kind of magic thing going on, so I don’t suppose you can fix my map?”

It was a long shot.

He knew it was a long shot even before he saw them exchange those looks again.

But he still had to ask.

“Honestly, I’m just passing through. If you can get my map back somehow, I’ll be out of your hair, and you can go back to whatever it was you were doing before I dropped in.”

He still didn’t know why the map had taken him here in the first place. Ladybug and Chat Noir were clearly capable heroes in their own right. They didn’t need him, so he could freely go back to Amity Park, which did still need him. And then, maybe the persistent tickle in the back of his throat would go away. It was annoying, like his ghost sense was in a constant state of about to go off—which he’d always kinda figured it was at home, except clearly not, given what this felt like.

“If you wait, I can fix it,” Ladybug said, “but I can’t yet. We need to find someone first.”

“My lady and I are on a ghost hunt,” Chat Noir added. “Perhaps you’d care to join us, since that’s your expertise?”

“Le Fantôme isn’t really a ghost,” Ladybug hurriedly put in, no doubt misreading the look on Danny’s face. “He’s still alive. Still un humain. Just…with ghost powers.”

Something clicked, and Danny’s eyes widened in realization. “You don’t know what he looks like. Are you even sure this phantom of yours is a guy? Could it be a girl?” No wonder the Infi-Map had brought him here. These two weren’t trying to track down a ghost. They were trying to track down another halfa.

Chat Noir and Ladybug exchanged uncertain looks and who knew how much silent communication before Ladybug finally admitted, “C’est possible.”

What if they were after Dani?

“Why are you hunting them? What did they do?” Danny didn’t realize he’d moved forward until Ladybug stepped back and cautiously raised her yo-yo. He hadn’t even realized she’d retracted it.

“We need to find Le Fantôme to save Paris,” Ladybug replied. “You do not need to help us, but if you try to stop us, we’ll fight you, too.”

Great. She, at least, still didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him. Of course, they’d lose if they did try to fight him, if Danny didn’t hold back, but he didn’t fight humans. He fought ghosts. And if he had to, he’d fight Dani, now that she wasn’t in danger of dissolving into goo whenever she used her powers. Vlad might not be pulling her strings this time, but what if there was someone else like Freakshow out there? Dani knew better than to draw attention to herself. She shouldn’t have done something to put herself on the radar of Paris’s superheroes.

But maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe it wasn’t Dani. But there were only three halfas in existence, and these two were looking for a human with ghost powers. They might not know the name, but they had the description right. And Danny knew Vlad was stuck in Amity Park, reopening the Town Hall. Dani was the one travelling the world.

Assuming he was still in the same time he’d left, anyway, but these two would definitely think he was crazy if he asked what date it was. Best to tag along and figure it out once he knew who he was dealing with. “I’m not going to stop you,” Danny said. “I’ll help. I just want you to know this might all be some big misunderstanding.”

“There is no mistake,” insisted Ladybug, her tone making it clear Danny wouldn’t be able to easily convince her otherwise.

“Not a ghost of a chance this time,” Chat Noir put in, sounding entirely too cheerful for the situation. His smile only seemed to widen when his partner shot him an annoyed look. “We have a good lead. The Ladyblog hasn’t been wrong yet.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “People usually like a good ghost story, so this was already picked up by the mainstream media, too, and your little stunt hasn’t done much to end the panic. We need to act quickly. If you’re going to help, stay with us. We need to keep looking.”

Danny opened his mouth and nearly choked as his ghost sense went off. “Oh, no.”

Dani had never set off his ghost sense, surprising him more than once because of that.

As Ladybug and Chat Noir started their attack, Danny turned. This wasn’t their fight, not really. It was his; that was why the Infi-Map had brought him here. He was the only one who could stop—

Danny’s eyes widened when he realized who he was up against, and a split second later he was blasted off his feet.

#ladylynse #asks #dp/ml crossover #ml/dp crossover #fic: le fantôme #at some point I will not have access to a keyboard to easily make that symbol so #fic: le fantome #my writing

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