#twst pride

Azul Ashengrotto

The twins had warned you with matching mischievous grins, a potions accident had turned Azul into a woman for the next 24 hours. You wasted no time heading straight to his room.

“Azul, please let me in!” you called gently through the door.

“I look ridiculous!” came his voice from the other side, still unmistakably his, but lighter and softer. “You’re just going to laugh at me. I won’t be leaving this room until the potion wears off.”

“Azul, I would never make fun of you. Please?”

After several long minutes of gentle coaxing, the door finally cracked open.

Your brain short circuited.

Azul stood there, arms crossed defensively. Long, silky hair framed a stunning face, full lips, rosy cheeks, long lashes framing those familiar sharp eyes. He looked beautiful.

Lord have mercy.

“…See? I look like a joke!” he muttered, cheeks already turning pink.

You stepped inside, closed the door, and cupped his face with both hands. “You’re dumb if you think that. You look just as breathtaking as you always do. But with a feminine touch.”

Azul’s entire face flushed crimson. The sight of him blushing so prettily as a girl was dangerously adorable. “S-Stop saying such things…” he stammered, trying to look away, but you held his cheeks firmly.

You couldn’t help yourself. You started kissing him, soft little pecks all over his forehead, cheeks, nose, and finally his lips. Each kiss made him more flustered, his new feminine voice letting out tiny embarrassed sounds that were unfairly cute.

“You’re going to kill me…” he whispered, hiding his burning face against your shoulder. Azul made a mortified little noise but didn’t pull away.

Jade Leech

Jade seemed remarkably unbothered by the transformation. You found him in his room, standing in front of the mirror and admiring his new form. The potion had given him long, flowing hair and a tall, elegant model like figure. He still moved with that same graceful, slightly dangerous for your poor heart.

You were sitting on his bed, staring. Jade caught your gaze in the mirror reflection and turned around with a knowing smile. “Do you find this form attractive?” he asked, voice still smooth but noticeably higher.

You nodded, a faint blush creeping up your neck. “Of course I do. You’re my boyfriend… or girlfriend right now? It’s a little confusing, but yes. Very attractive.”

Jade grin widened as he walked closer. He tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to look directly at him. Your blush deepened. “You’re enjoying this accident quite a bit more than expected.” he teased, voice low and playful.

Your brain went into full gay panic.

“You’re pretty, okay?! It’s not my fault!”

Jade chuckled softly and leaned in, pressing a light, teasing kiss to the corner of your lips before pulling back just as quickly.

“This little accident has taken a rather interesting turn I must say.” he murmured, eyes glittering with mischief. “I believe I’m going to enjoy seeing how you react to me like this.”

You were absolutely cooked.

Floyd Leech

Floyd was a chaotic mix of annoyed and intrigued by his new body. He kept poking at his own chest and complaining about the “extra weight” while also admiring his hips in the mirror.

You were trying to help him adjust his uniform when he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He looked down at you with that signature sharp grin, now on a strikingly pretty face.

“You like girls too, right~?” he asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

You nodded, heart racing. “Yes…?”

His smile stretched wide. “Then it’s your lucky day, Shrimpy.”

You sighed “Floyd, don’t mess around…”

He whined, and the sound coming from his new girly voice was weirdly hot. “Come on~ We gotta make the most of it while it lasts!”

Before you could protest further, he cupped the back of your neck, and kissed you hard. One hand stayed on your waist while the other tangled in your hair, pulling you flush against his new curves.

When he finally pulled back, he was ready to tease you more, until he noticed your bright red face and the nosebleed dripping down.

“Eh~? Shrimpy’s nose is bleeding!” He laughed loudly, delighted. “You’re so cute when you get overwhelmed. This is gonna be so much fun~”

He didn’t let you go, still grinning like a shark who’d found new prey.

Heartslabyul

Riddle: Aroflux , Aflux

[Aroflux - romantic orientation where someone's level of feeling romantic feelings fluctuate, but almost always stays on the Aromantic spectrum]

[Aflux - sexual orientation where someone's level of feeling sexual feelings fluctuate, but almost always stays on the Asexual spectrum]

Trey: Biromantic, Greysexual

[Biromantic - romantic orientation where someone feels romantic attraction to two or more genders, sometimes with a preference for one gender over others]

[Greysexual - an asexual spectrum sexual orientation where someone feels some level of sexual attraction, but it is less intense, frequent, etc. than allosexual sexual attraction]

Cater: Panromantic, Pansexual, Demiboy

[Panromantic and Pansexual - romantic/sexual orientation where someone feels romantically and sexually attraction for all genders, with no preference for one gender over another]

[Demiboy - a nonbinary gender identity where someone feels some level of attachment to masculinity, but also is not entirely male]

Ace: Biromantic, Bisexual

[Biromantic - romantic/sexual orientation where someone feels romantic and sexual attraction to two or more genders, sometimes with a preference for one gender over others]

Deuce: Panromantic, Demisexual

[Demisexual - an aseuxal sexual orientation where someone only feels sexual attraction to people they have already formed a close romantic, platonic, or sexual relationship with]

Savanaclaw

Leona: Demiromantic, Demisexual

[Demiromantic - an aromantic orientation where someone only develops romantic attraction to people they have already formed a close platonic, sexual, or otherwise intimate relationship with]

Ruggie: Panromantic, Demisexual, Transgender (Binary Trans Man)

[Transgender: a gender identity where someone identifies as a gender they were not assigned at birth; this includes both binary and nonbinary genders.]

[Binary Trans Man: a transgender man, someone who identifies as a binary male but was not born a binary male]

Jack: Panromantic, Asexual

[Asexual: a sexual orientation where someone feels little to no sexual attraction to anyone. Asexual people may still engage in romantic and/or sexual relationships, regardless of not feeling sexual attraction.]

Octavinelle

Azul: Demiromantic, Demisexual

Jade: Demiromantic, Bisexual, Polyamorous

[Polyamorous: someone who engages in ethically non-monogamous relationships, i.e relationships where more than two people are involved in some way]

Floyd: Panromantic, Aflux, Polyamorous

Scarabia

Kalim: Omniromantic, Omnisexual, Polyamorous

[Omniromantic, Omnisexual - a romantic/sexual orientation where someone feels romantic and sexual attraction to all genders, and may have a preference for one gender over others]

Jamil: Biromantic, Demisexual

Pomefiore

Vil: Aroflux, Pansexual, Genderfluid

[Genderfluid - a nonbinary gender identity where someone's gender fluctuates and changes, either throughout the day or in general]

Rook: Aromantic, Pansexual

[Aromantic - a romantic orientation where someone feels little to no romantic attraction to anyone. Aromantic people may still engage in romantic and/or sexual relationships, regardless of not feeling romantic attraction.]

Epel: Biromantic, Demisexual, Demigender

[Demigender - a nonbinary gender identity where someone only feels a partial attachment to gender in general, and may or may not identify with one or more genders partially rather than entirely]

Ignihyde

Idia: Demiromantic, Asexual, Agender

[Agender - a nonbinary gender identity where someone feels no or little attachment to gender, or an attachment to having no gender specifically]

Ortho: Aromantic, Asexual, Agender, Queerplatonic

[Queerplatonic - a platonic form of attraction or relationship with others, more intense than a normal friendship but not romantic in nature. People in queerplatonic relationships may have or adopt kids together, live together, get married, go on dates, etc.]

Diasomnia

Malleus: Polyromantic, Polysexual, Nonbinary

[Polyromantic & Polysexual - a romantic/sexual orientation where someone feels romantic and sexual attraction to multiple genders. Polysexual and/or polyromantic people may or may not also identify as bisexual, pansexual, or omnisexual.]

[Nonbinary - a gender identity where someone identifies as a gender that is not strictly on or related to the male-female binary. Someone who is nonbinary may or may not identify as one or multiple genders, and may or may not present androgynously]

Lilia: Panromantic, Pansexual, Polyamorous, Pangender

[Pangender - a nonbinary gender where someone identifies as all genders, or all genders of a specific variety i.e all nonbinary genders, or all xenogenders]

Silver: Aroflux, Aflux, Agender

Sebek: Demiromantic, Pansexual, Bigender

Cater Diamond

Cater had come looking for you after class, phone in hand as usual, ready to drag you into some new magicam trend. He didn’t think twice before opening the door to the empty classroom you were using to change, no knock, because why would he?

You both froze.

You were halfway through pulling on your shirt, top surgery scars clearly visible across your chest. Panic hit you immediately. “ WAIT! Cater! Let me explain it! I-I can explain!” you started, voice shaky.

Cater raised an eyebrow, head tilting slightly. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what those scars were. But he also saw how freaked out you looked, so he just gave you his usual bright, easy smile and raised both hands.

“No need to explain anything.” He keeping his tone light and casual. “Your secret’s safe with me. I’d never out you or spill something personal like that. Or do something that makes you uncomfortable.”

You asked him quietly not to tell the others.

Cater shook his head, looking almost offended at the idea. “As if! Your business is your business. I respect that.” Before he slipped back out the door, he paused and grinned. “Oh, and next time? Just change with us in the boys room. You’re one of the guys too, right? Nothing weird about it at all.”

He left but the gentle understanding in his eyes stayed with you.

Epel Felmier

You and Epel were in the changing room after gym class. You tugged your shirt off without thinking much of it, until you caught Epel’s wide eyed stare.

“Whoa… those scars look sick as hell!” he blurted out, eyes sparkling with pure admiration. “Where’d you get them? Was it some crazy fight? Did you take on a whole gang? Or maybe you wrestled with a wild animal?!”

You snorted, amused by the wild scenarios he was inventing. “Not exactly.” you said, pulling your gym shirt off. “They’re top surgery scars.”

Epel blinked once… twice… then the light finally sparkled. He rubbed the back of his neck, a little sheepish.

“Oh... Got it!” He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Still looks cool as hell. Makes you look tough. Like you’ve been through something and came out stronger.” He punched your shoulder lightly. “You’re manly as fuck, dude!”

The casual acceptance from someone who cared so much about masculinity made your chest feel lighter.

Deuce Spade

It was stupidly hot outside. Ace and Deuce had dragged you into helping paint the rose again. Sweat was pouring down your back, and the heavy uniform made it unbearable.

“Fuck it!” you muttered, tugging your shirt off and tossing it aside so you could keep working in just your pants.

Deuce’s eyes immediately locked onto your chest, specifically the top surgery scars. He stared, clearly surprised.

Your eyebrow went up. “Hey. Eyes up here dude.”

He startled so hard he nearly dropped his paintbrush. “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare! I just… where did you get those scars? Are you okay?!”

You couldn’t resist. With a straight face you launched into the most ridiculous story you could think of. “Oh, some guy tried to steal my organs in a back alley. Luckily the police showed up right before he could finish the job.”

Deuce’s eyes went huge. He looked genuinely horrified and impressed at the same time. “That’s awful! Are you serious?!”

Ace, who had been listening nearby, smacked Deuce on the back of the head. “You idiot, don’t believe a word he says. He’s just trans. Those are top surgery scars. He’s fucking with you.”

Deuce’s face went bright red. He looked between you and Ace, mortified. “You…that wasn’t funny!” he grumbled, turning back to the roses with embarrassed energy. Ace just laughed.

Floyd Leech

The public pool was packed, but the water felt amazing in this summer heat. Floyd was happily swimming around like a chaotic eel while you floated peacefully in your trunks and a swim shirt.

Floyd eventually swam over, grinning sharply, and immediately tugged at the hem of your shirt. “Shrimpy~ Why are you wearing this in the pool? It’s weird. Take it off, it looks uncomfortable.”

You tried to brush it off smacking his hand. “Lots of people wear swim shirts. It’s fine.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “That’s dumb. It’s probably all heavy and sticky. Why do you wanna wear it so bad?”

You hesitated, then said quietly, “My top surgery scars are pretty noticeable. I don’t want people giving me weird looks.”

Floyd stared at you for a second, then snorted. “You shouldn’t give a flying fuck about what random people think. Look around! There’s a guy over there in neon green speedos that are traumatizing everyone. Your scars aren’t even close to the weirdest thing here.” His grin turned dangerous. “And if anyone says something nasty? I’ll just squeeze them. Or drown them. Whichever’s more fun.”

His casual protectiveness made you laugh. “God… okay okay. Just don’t get us kicked out.” After a moment, you pulled the swim shirt off.

The second the scars were visible in the sunlight, Floyd didn’t even blink. He just grinned wider. “See? You look better without it anyway~” He splashed you playfully. “Now c’mon, enough talk, let’s swim.”

For the rest of the day you floated and swam without worrying about your chest. Floyd’s complete indifference mixed with his willingness to drown haters made you feel surprisingly free.

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