• Alistair Wonderland x f!reader
note: erm, first alistair post, yay 👍 thx for almost 200 followers, weee. Okay, im done.
“You know Alistair, smiling once in a while wouldn’t kill you, right?” You teased, elbowing your boyfriend on the side of his torso. The latter winced slightly, pouting. “What? It’s hard to be happy when there’s about- ten different Ever After High princes staring at you.” Alistair retorted, continuing to walk step-in-step with you, gesturing around. “Alistair, it was one. And it was Prince Charming himself, of course he said something to me.” You raised a brow, crossing your arms.
Alistair spluttered. “So? Just because he’s some righteous prince with a sword, and- and, and good hair, and some dumb good-looking face doesn’t mean I have to like it!” He pointed in the air, glaring at you a little. Chuckling, you smiled in return to the boy’s narrowed stare. “I’m not saying like it. I’m saying don’t act like everyone else is worse just because he is.” Alistair scoffed, “Oh, like his friends are any better? Sparrow? Son of Robin Hood? First thing he did when he landed was flirt with Bunny.”
“Okay, fair point. But,” you started, dragging the word out, which caused Alistair to roll his eyes amusedly. “But what, [Name]?” He asked, and you smiled mischievously. “It’s really cute when you get jealous!” Alistair’s cheeks turned red, and he huffed a little. “I hardly get jealous. Hardly [Name]. I just- I just don’t want guys making you uncomfortable. That’s all.” He lied, horribly. And his lack of eye contact proved you right.
“No, no, I think you get pretty jealous. And it’s adorable to try and watch you deny it. I mean, Alistair, seriously, you’re so obvious sometimes.” You explained, “I mean, remember how we started dating?” Alistair sighed like he had just aged fifty years when you brought that event to the forefront of his memory. He does, in fact remember, how you two started dating. And it was all because he couldn’t hold his tongue when he saw you talking to some Ever After prince. He shouldered the guy while he practically spat in his face. In front of everyone. It was humiliating. Yet, despite that horrific memory, he wrapped his arm around your waist, and leaned over to the side of your head.
“You are insufferable, [Name].” Alistair said softly, and you instantly replied back, “Yeah, and your insufferable girlfriend is the only reason your chess doesn’t just have two members. Including you, and myself.” Alistair snickered, “Hey! Bunny was a member too.” The blond reminded you. “Yeah, after I hexted her a picture of your sad little face!” He immediately replied. “Okay, it was not sad! I was just-…” Alistair took in a deep breath, and spoke in a calm, collected tone of voice, “I just thought more people would appreciate the game of chess.” He stated, staring forward.
You gave him a blank stare. He glanced at you once. Twice. Three times. “Okay, I was a little sad.” He shamefully admitted, finally looking at you. “So, am I still insufferable?” You questioned with mock innocence. And Alastair rolled his eyes. “No [Name], you are not.”
