MarisMoris

Hello! I’m just a small writer who loves Twisted Wonderland and wants to share that love through words. >< I mostly write headcanons, and occasionally short fics as well!

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✦ Disney: Twisted Wonderland

Call their full name

Master Chef ver twst:) ✦ ✦ ✦

Summary:

Imagine cooking a whole meal just for your boyfriend, proudly bringing the dish out to him with sparkling eyes and high hopes. There are only two possible outcomes: either it’s a heavenly delicacy, or it looks like it just came out of a charcoal pit. Either way… how will your lovely boyfriend react?:)

Notes:

Malleus Draconia / Leona Kingcholar / Jamil Viper / Kalim Al-Asim / Jade Leech x Gn!PrefectReader.

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Malleus Draconia

?If the food turns out good?

The diverse cuisine of the human world has always been a source of fascinating discovery for Malleus. Dragons don’t really need to eat as regularly as humans to survive, yet he still finds himself genuinely delighted whenever his little lover steps into the kitchen to cook something just for him.

Looking at each dish—simple yet beautifully plated and carrying an inviting aroma—Malleus, the dignified crown prince of the Briar Valley who normally eats with utmost grace, can barely restrain himself from finishing his plate a little too quickly. His expression is nothing but pure satisfaction.

He praises you sincerely while you watching him eat with a bright smile.

Those emerald dragon eyes of his will gleam softly as he turns toward his beloved, a warm smile curving his lips.

“Just as I expected. Everything is seasoned perfectly and suits my taste very well. Would you consider becoming my personal chef?”

?If the food turns out… not so good?

-Appearance doesn’t always determine what hidden beauty lies within—Malleus tells himself this as he looks at the dish. With a slightly awkward, conflicted expression, he still brings himself to try a bite, because it’s something his lover made with effort.

He sometimes furrows his brows at the taste, but each time he meets your sparkling, hopeful eyes, he forces the tension away, clears his throat politely, and tries to maintain his usual calm composure. But the moment the bitterness begins to numb his taste buds, he resorts to distraction—complimenting the effort and love put into the dish instead of criticizing it directly.

“Hmm… the flavor is quite… unique. You must have taken some inspiration from Lilia, yes? …Child of human, would you like to learn a bit of magical cooking?”

Please have mercy on Malleus—he simply doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. And as the housewarden of Diasomnia, he must also ensure there won’t be a second Lilia threatening the stomachs of his dorm members.

Leona Kingscholar

?If the food turns out good?

As the second prince who’s tasted luxurious dishes since childhood, Leona’s standards are sky-high—in other words, he’s incredibly hard to please.

He’s genuinely surprised when his little lover offers to cook for him, though he makes sure not to show that he’s even slightly looking forward to it, covering it up with a smug scoff.

“Fine. Just know that if it doesn’t satisfy me, you’re replacing whatever’s on that plate.”

He raises an eyebrow at the simple but beautifully arranged dishes, a small smirk tugging at his lips—clearly pleased—as he starts eating.

You rests your chin on your hands, watching the huge lion savor every bite slowly and comfortably. Leona’s expression barely changes, but his tail behind him has already started swaying back and forth in a steady rhythm. Between bites, he casually slips in short compliments.

“Not bad. At least it isn’t cafeteria food.” or “Mhm, acceptable.”

They sound like lukewarm comments, but if Ruggie tries to sneak a bite, Leona immediately shoots him a warning glare.

He shows his appreciation in the very specific, very Leona way: pulling his little herbivore closer, ruffling your hair—then the two of you sit together and watch Ruggie do all the dishes :)

?If the food turns out… not good?

The moment he sees the dish—odd color, strange texture—Leona frowns and doesn’t even bother picking up his fork before criticizing it outright.

“Herbivore, are you trying to poison me?”

Watching Ruggie poke the food with a fork like it’s a wild animal while you looks lost and embarrassed, Leona sighs, scratches his head, then stands up and takes your hand.

“Don’t just stand there. Let’s go eat out. You wouldn’t want to watch a second prince starve to death, right?”

It’s the perfect compromise: he avoids wasting his lover’s effort while also ensuring he doesn’t have to eat… whatever that was supposed to be.

Jamil Viper

?If the food turns out good?

Jamil raises an eyebrow the moment his lover mentions wanting to cook. After all, he’s usually the one handling kitchen duties, and he’s pretty sure he’s never actually seen the prefect cook anything before.

“Alright.”

His agreement is short, almost too brief—but because he’s cautious by nature, he keeps casually walking past the kitchen every now and then to peek inside, which forces you to close the kitchen door on him. (So Jamil resigns himself to waiting.)

He’s genuinely surprised when he sees the meal laid out on the table—colorful, neatly arranged, and smelling promising.

Jamil tastes a bit of each dish first. He’s completely taken aback, pleasantly so, at how perfectly his picky, food-savvy standards have been met.

“You’ve got talent. Some of these dishes are new to me… Did you take inspiration from foods in your old world?”

He pulls you down into the seat next to him so they can share the meal together, turning what was supposed to be a cooking evaluation into a warm, homey meal.

?If the food turns out not good?

His sharp eyes—trained from years of sampling Kalim’s potentially dangerous meals before they reach the boy—can immediately tell whether something is edible.

And the answer this time is absolutely not.

The fish on the plate… seems to twitch. And why does every single dish emit an ominous dark aura?

Jamil keeps a professional, composed expression as he glances from the suspiciously alive-looking food to your bright, hopeful eyes. He swallows the urge to facepalm and simply sighs instead.

He stands up to check whether the kitchen itself survived. Thankfully, only one corner is charred instead of the catastrophic scene he had imagined.

“I can tell you tried really hard… but are you sure you read the recipe correctly?”

Jamil speaks as gently as possible to avoid hurting his lover’s feelings. Then he offers to be by your side next time to help improve your cooking skills more effectively—all while he cleans up the mess and prepares an emergency meal with practiced efficiency.

Kalim Al-Asim

?If the food turns out good?

From the very start, Kalim is bursting with excitement. He loves parties and food, so he absolutely cannot wait to taste something his beloved cooked for him. Like a miniature sun, he practically shines as he immediately pulls you into a joyful hug.

“You’re cooking?! I can’t wait!”

He’s so excited that he keeps peeking through the kitchen doorway, but he’ll obediently go sit back down whenever he’s told to :)

The moment he sees you walking out with the food, he lights up like fireworks—he even skips over to help carry the dishes, looking exactly like a kid waiting for their parents to bring home presents.

He takes the first bite with sparkling ruby eyes and a bright smile. Despite being a noble born into luxurious cuisine, Kalim genuinely appreciates simple dishes made with love. He showers you with compliments—so many that you has to keep reminding him to actually eat.

“Amazing! This is better than anything I’ve ever had! You should cook for me every day! Oh—how about a huge feast right now? I want everyone to see how incredible your cooking is!”

?If the food turns out… not good?

He’s still thrilled. Even though he grew up with life-saving food detection skills thanks to countless assassination attempts, he bravely faces the suspicious-looking dishes with a bright, unwavering smile. To him, appearance doesn’t matter—what matters is that someone he loves made it for him.

Confidently, he takes a big first bite. The smile remains, but his ruby eyes begin to water as he covers his mouth and forces himself to swallow.

“U-um… I think the flavor is… very unique, right? It reminds me of this super spicy specialty from my homeland that I had when I was a kid…”

He stubbornly tries to reach for a second bite—only for Jamil to appear out of nowhere and yank him away by the collar.

“Hold on, Jamil! I’m fine! I can eat it! Jamilllllllllllll—!”

After somehow escaping from Jamil long enough to find you again, Kalim practically apologizes non-stop, heart pounding with worry that he may have disappointed his beloved prefect.

“You really gave it your all! I’m so touched! Next time, let’s cook together, okay?”

Jamil, who arrives just in time to hear that line, nearly trips over his own feet. The poor guy absolutely does not want these two to destroy Scarabia’s kitchen again…

Jade Leech

?If the food turns out good?

Curiosity and delight are his first reactions. Jade is more than pleased when his little lover mentions wanting to cook for him.

“Of course. Just tell me if you need any ingredients.”

He doesn’t forget to casually remind you that any dish tastes better with mushrooms, wearing such a cheerful smile that it looks like he’d bring back an entire forest of fungi if you so much as nodded. (Sweetheart, haven’t we been eating mushrooms all week already?)

Seeing the neatly arranged, appetizing dishes in front of him, Jade smiles gently and compliments the presentation first.

“How promising. The colors and arrangement are beautifully balanced, my pearl.”

Elegant as always, Jade doesn’t show even a hint of surprise that you can cook well. To him, his beloved is full of mysterious, delightful potential. His composure while tasting the food feels like that of a professional judge.

But his eyes stay locked on you, as if he’s more interested in observing the prefect’s reactions than the food itself.

His compliments are detailed and precise.

“The subtle sweetness of this ingredient pairs perfectly with the acidity of the sauce… I suppose you added a touch of rosemary? What a wonderfully unexpected combination. As expected of my pearl.”

He tells you that he plans to suggest today’s dishes for the Mostro Lounge menu—and that Azul will surely agree.

?If the food turns out… not good?

His reaction is still polite—and just a bit unsettling. He keeps smiling, though his heterochromatic eyes remain sharply alert as they study something… moving inside the pitch-black dish.

He won’t say outright that it tastes bad. Instead, he’ll deflect with curiosity about the dish’s “origin.” Jade flips it delicately with his fork, examining the texture before placing it back down as though silently assessing whether his lover’s cooking has the potential to rival Pomefiore’s poison king, Vil Schoenheit. Honestly? Probably on par.

“Oh? This color is truly… vivid. I wonder, could its flavor compare to any of the peculiar mushrooms I’ve tried?”

It sounds like praise, yet absolutely does not feel like praise. You tilts your head, confused.

Facing his lover’s hopeful eyes, Jade takes only the tiniest bite he dares—and almost immediately has to grab the cup of tea he prepared in advance, taking a large sip as if his taste buds are under siege.

Jade meets your gaze and speaks softly, encouragingly… and suggestively.

“My pearl, don’t worry. Cooking is like camping in the wilderness—not every attempt goes as planned. But there is so much to learn from these… experiences. Next time, let’s cook together and share our culinary insights, shall we?”

Summary:

Call your boyfriend by his full name. If his face looks even a little suspicious—yeah, you’ve got him. :)

Notes:

Trey Clover / Ace Trappola / Deuce Spade / Jack Howl / Azul Ashengrotto / Jade Leech / Floyd Leech / Jamil Viper / Rook Hunt / Silver / Sebek Zigvolt x Gn!PrefectReader.

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Trey Clover

As expected of Heartslabyul’s reliable big brother—calm and composed.

He freezes for about two seconds. A little confused, but not completely caught off guard, since he’s pretty sure he hasn’t done anything wrong.

He gently adjusts his glasses and gives you a soft smile, staying polite just in case he did mess up somewhere.

“Hm? I’m listening. What’s wrong?”

When you keep up the serious (clearly fake) expression, hands on your hips, he starts to feel the pressure.

His mind goes into overdrive: Did I forget an anniversary? Your birthday was just last month… the next date anniversary is still three months away, right? Did I overbake the tarts? Was the tea not sweet enough? Was breakfast not to your taste?

You can’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

Only then does he finally let out a quiet sigh of relief, realizing this was just another prank from his beloved:)

Ace Trappola

He jumps like a cat that’s just seen a cucumber. If he actually were a cat, his fur would be standing straight up.

Instant cold sweat. His limbs stiffen as he forces out an awkward laugh to cover it up.

His brain immediately starts listing every questionable thing he’s ever done—and unfortunately, there’s a lot.

His confidence drops straight to zero. It’s honestly kind of hilarious.

No one flinches harder than Ace. Before you can even ask a follow-up question, he’s already confessing—finger pointing straight at Grim.

“I didn’t do anything! The jam you hid in the cupboard? Grim ate it! The bowl you like that broke? Grim did it! Your missing workbook? Grim took it!”

“WHEN DID I EVER DO THAT?!” Grim explodes nearby.

What started as a harmless tease turns into Ace confessing his entire life story of crimes, past and present:)

“Ohhh? So that’s how it is, huh… A-C-E T-R-A-P-P-O-L-A!!! DON’T YOU DARE RUN FROM ME!!!>:(”

Deuce Spade

He definitely flinches. His face goes pale almost instantly, even though he hasn’t figured out what he did wrong yet.

“W-What? Why are you suddenly calling my full name??”

The model student experience™. He genuinely starts reflecting on himself, desperately searching for a mistake—but the more he thinks, the more confused he gets.

He tries to appease you first, hoping to calm things down while his brain continues to dig through his memories.

Still nothing. Poor guy is on the verge of panicking:)

“P-Please calm down first—don’t be mad at me—”

He starts self-reflecting with extreme sincerity, despite having no idea what crime he’s being accused of.

He holds your hand or gently pats your shoulder, apologizing with such genuine remorse it almost feels real.

Please don’t tease him like this too often—Deuce might actually get a heart attack:")

Jack Howl

His wolf ears snap upright before immediately drooping down. His expression tightens, and he instinctively turns his head away to avoid your gaze.

His tail puffs up slightly as he scratches at his head and ear, trying to remember if he did something wrong.

In reality? The good wolf hasn’t done anything.

Still, he looks at you—hands on hips, clearly displeased—with sincere guilt, like a big dog being scolded by its owner.

“It sounds like I committed some kind of serious mistake… I-I’m sorry if I upset you somehow…”

He looks so flustered and earnest that you can’t help but explain and reassure him.

He turns bright red the moment he realizes it was just a joke:)

Azul Ashengrotto

Defense mode activates immediately. His teacup freezes midair for a second before he carefully places it back onto the saucer.

A professional, businesslike smile curves onto his lips.

“Is there something wrong, my dear prefect?”

He adjusts his glasses. Calm on the outside—but there’s definitely a flicker of unease within.

His mind starts calculating possibilities and damage control strategies, even though he hasn’t pinpointed the issue yet.

Wait… did you find out he added a 5% interest fee to Ramshackle’s invoice???

He straightens his tie, his voice wavering just slightly as he maintains his composure.

“Is there something you’re dissatisfied with? We can sit down and discuss this calmly and rationally, you know…”

He doesn’t confess outright. Instead, he pulls out a chair for you, pours tea, and slides the pastries closer.

When he realizes this is just playful teasing, he finally exhales in relief:)

Jade Leech

Far more perceptive. His eyes narrow slightly, smile still polite—but sharper now.

“Do you have a request, my pearl?”

He isn’t startled at all. He immediately sees through your fake seriousness and knows it’s a joke.

So he plays along:)

“Ah… so you’ve discovered it already.”

He lets out an exaggerated, dramatic sigh, putting on a look of disappointment and guilt that makes you raise an eyebrow.

“Such a grave sin… it’s only natural that you’d be angry.”

“What did you even do, Jade?”

“Surely you know best, my pearl? ^^”

“…?”

You’ve been manipulated. Now you’re the one chasing after him, demanding answers.

“Jade! What did you DO??”

":)))"

He refuses to say anything, just smiling innocently while enjoying your confusion—trying very hard not to laugh.

Floyd Leech

He pouts immediately, mood shifting into full-on displeasure.

He doesn’t flinch—but he really doesn’t like being called by his full name. It feels distant.

He stalks toward you with an intimidating expression, his tall frame radiating pressure.

In reality, he just scoops you up into his arms, squeezing you tightly and burying his face against your neck.

He’s pouting. Straight-up sulking.

“What’s with that, Little Shrimpy~? Calling me that sounds way too long and distant! Call me ‘Floyd’—say it nice and sweet! Or I’ll squeeze you until you forget my last name entirely, kay~?”

He does briefly scan his memory to see if he broke something of yours (actually he definitely did).

There are plenty of crimes—but either he doesn’t remember, or he remembers and just doesn’t care to admit it:)

Either way, this tactic works every single time. You drop your guard immediately when faced with his clingy antics!

Jamil Viper

His pupils contract. He clears his throat, regaining control of his expression almost instantly—but his mind is already racing through worst-case scenarios.

Ever cautious, he keeps a mental list of possible “offenses” (all minor, really).

He immediately switches to S-rank crisis management mode.

Probably the most paranoid person in all of NRC.

“Prefect, please calm down. I’m listening. Did Kalim cause trouble for you again? Or was there something wrong with dinner? If I did anything to upset you… then I apologize.”

He has no idea what he did wrong—but apologizing comes first.

When he realizes this is just another prank, he lets out a long sigh.

The stress nearly gives him a headache, so he flicks your forehead in retaliation. Honestly, one Kalim is already more than enough for him:)

“Don’t pull stunts like this again…”

You nod obediently, silently promising to absolutely do it again>:)

Rook Hunt

Uhhh…Complete backfire.

Instead of being shaken, the wandering hunter looks thrilled.

“Beauté! Such a commanding sound! When you speak my name like that, it feels like a declaration of eternal love! Say it again, mon amour!”

Rook doesn’t feel fear—only romance.

He kisses the back of your hand with elegant flair, nearly making you forget you were teasing him in the first place.

You assume this trick doesn’t work on him at all.

But behind those sharp hunter’s eyes, countless thoughts are already swirling. He knew you were joking from the very first second—his observation skills saw right through you.

Still, he chose to play along and savor the moment with you.

After all, he successfully distracted you— so no need to overthink things now. ^^

Silver

Poor thing. He was half-asleep (as usual) when you suddenly called his name, startling him into bumping his head against the stone pillar he was leaning on.

He’s fully awake now, looking adorably dazed.

“Ah… is that you, Prefect? Did something happen?”

This prank doesn’t really work on him.

After all, you usually just call him “Silver”—it’s not like he has a long full name anyway.

He’s simply confused, completely unaware that being called like that could imply wrongdoing.

Those clear blue eyes are utterly innocent.

Conclusion: he is blameless, and you really shouldn’t bully him.

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to say you look really handsome today. Go back to sleep, Silver.”

“Um… thank you?”

Sebek Zigvolt

As expected—extremely loud.

You were prepared this time and covered your ears in advance.

He shouts at full volume (knew it).

“HUMAN! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME BY MY FULL NAME?! SUCH DISRESPECT—”

“…But, um… it doesn’t sound bad /clear throat/ What do you want from me?”

He has absolutely no idea that being called like that might mean he’s in trouble.

He crosses his arms, brows furrowed—but he’s clearly delighted by the “honor.”

This was not a calculated move on your part.

Seeing him this happy, you don’t have the heart—or courage—to tell him it was just a prank. Just value your eardrums too much.

“…I just wanted to say you look really handsome today, Sebek.”

“OF COURSE! I AM THE LOYAL RETAINER OF MALLEUS-SAMA—"

Predictably, he launches straight into another monologue about Malleus.