Trans Danny Fenton oneshots

Mirror

Mirror

TheSoulOfAStrawberry

Though Danny would never admit it, the first time he’d met Danielle, it had struck him that she might be some cruel joke.

Not that the rest of his creepy clones didn’t strike him as cruel either. He did, after all, have nightmares in which he watched himself melt into a puddle of ectoplasm, night after night, for weeks after the incident. But Danielle was different, cruel in existence in her own way; as while the other clones may have given him nightmares, Danielle tortured his waking thoughts, while he clawed at his chest and wondered if this was Vlad’s way of mocking him.

It was hard to know. Danny had always assumed Vlad knew he was trans- after all, he was something of an uncle to him, so it only made sense that his parents might have mentioned it. And yet, trying to work out the intentions of a half-ghost who once intentionally turned the whole of Amity Park against his own kind, of a man who wanted Daniel for both his son and his nemesis, could be a challenge to say the least.

He was glad he’d met Dani as a human first, only having the opportunity to put her existence into the context of his own later when he was alone, or he might have had a much different reaction. He wasn’t sure what it was about seeing her ghost form that changed his perception, but suddenly, looking into those blue eyes was like looking into a cursed mirror, where his worst and realest fear stared innocently back at him.

And that was what hurt most about it. Dani didn’t deserve his hatred, his bitterness, his biting dysphoria. At worst she was a pawn in whatever game Vlad was playing, and when he got to know her, finding out she was her own halfa- sassy, confident, eager to learn, interested in travel- only made him hate himself more.

Hence, painful an experience though it may have been (no thanks to Valerie, as much as he loved her) he was glad of the opportunity to save Dani from that same ecto-puddle fate as those who had gone before her. He could prove to himself that those thoughts, those horrid, invasive thoughts, meant nothing to who he was. Right?

“Actions speak louder than words Danny,” Tucker had explained. “Like, trust me, most people are racist, because it’s the way they’re brought up. Some of those thoughts you’ll never be able to train out of your head, but as long as you acknowledge those thoughts and never do anything to hurt someone, it’ll be OK.”

“You’re not a bad person,” Sam laughed, as if the notion were ridiculous, as if it were impossible he was feeling this way. “You’re a hero Danny, you save people day-in, day-out."

Tucker had met his eyes before he opened his mouth, knowing where Danny was going with the conversation as he began to pour out his doubts about himself.

“I… I was a hero, and I still became Dan.” He paused, and shook his head violently. “Sometimes I wonder if this hero thing is all an act, some kind of overcompensation for the fact I’m actually kind of a jerk and just… all this stuff, the trans stuff and the ghost stuff, makes me a really bitter and horrible person and I’m always…” he gestured with his hands, “This close to hurting someone I love.”

“Yeah, but you beat Dan,” Tucker shrugged. “That’s what I mean. Having bad thoughts doesn’t make you a bad person dude, it makes you…” A flash of realisation crossed his face, and he chuckled to himself. “It makes you human.”

“Yeah, and if you think about it, Dan and Dani are just two versions of yourself you’re not. Stop using them to torture yourself and, I dunno, use them to be thankful for what you’re not? You’re a guy. A good guy.”