ok ive seen like five posts here about not finding enough eah chatfics so here we go
eah chatfic masterpost
(these are all the fics i could find on ao3 - if you ever find one thats not on here dm me and ill add it)
• "Grimm is a bitchass motherfucker" by Karmahatesme
• "Be Gay Do Crime" by JooDeeLee
• "Ever After High Text Chain" by YuquisLeftEarlobe
• "These Fairytales are MONSTROUS!" by Emixion | mh/eah crossover
• "Operarion: Apple" by DarlingTheLesbian
• "wonderlanders are absolutely unhinged" by mysolareyesgrowpolarized
• "Kitty Ruins Everything" by DaisyDoo
• "you've reached your destiGAYtion" by curious_chimera (orphan account)
• "It's Not The Chat Fic We Wanted, and We Didn't Need This Shit To Begin With" by Shipping_Sushi
• "HeexTok" by nuclearspiders | mh/eah crossover
• "Monster Ever After" by nuclearspiders | mh/eah crossover
• "gays, homosexuals, gays" by M1NTCHoCoK1tty
• "Chatlog of a Toaster on Fire" by The_Lavender_Creator
• "Ever After Monsters" by urfavtransrat | mh/eah crossover
• "Villainy, in a General Sense" by young_authoress
• "Not really anonymous" by ShyLittle_Frog
• "The 'End the Pining' Project" by MessOfContradictions
• "the words of the prophets are written in gay teenage groupchats" by cherryhibiscus
• "No Hetero" by MangoQueen
• "EVENT PLANNING COMMITTEE" by orphan account
(id tag allthe blogs that asked for this here but i already forgot which ones which so im counting on tags, reblogs, the small size of the fandom and the universe to direct this to them lmao)
heres who i remember has been asking: @smileyfacemojisworld @lionmythflower
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THEY DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT THE RAIN CLOUDS
daring charming x gn!rebel!reader
➤ summary: Daring is alone, stuck in a place where no one really understands him. Funnily enough, you know how that feels, maybe the two of you can be lonely together.
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Daring: I’ve never had a friend before.
Reader: It’s okay, I’ll be your friend.
Daring: ...I’ve never had a partner before either.
➤ notes: i got an idea and dumped a bunch of baggage on this guy! only gendered term used is daring referring to reader with "partner" (romantically)
➤ warnings: just a bit generally sad in the beginning, daring has troubles with like self worth and no one Genuinely liking him
It's not obvious that Daring is lonely. He's painfully popular, he has friends, he had a girlfriend until a 'mutual' breakup a couple weeks ago — which means he's now got dozens of princes and princesses lining up in the hopes of being the next —, and he's close with his siblings, whom he cares about very much. He should be perfectly not lonely; an ideal person with an ideal life everyone should strive for.
So really, with someone so 'obviously' perfect, who's constantly surrounded by friends and admirers alike, it should be no surprise just how lonely he is.
It shows in the cracks, in the seams of his perfectly stitched clothes, when he stands in front of his bedroom mirror late at night while his roommate is elsewhere, and just stares.
There's nothing wrong with him, he whispers, but something is still not right.
He realises slowly it's because his life is so superficial.
People love him because he's a charming, a dashing prince destined for amazing adventures of legendary heroics, not for the boy who makes jokes he really does think are rather clever, or for the genuinely thoughtful nature hidden just beneath his shining jacket and standoffish demeanour. People only laugh at his jokes because he's Daring Charming, because he's popular.
He asked his friends once what they thought of a certain joke he'd made, and not a single one could say anything genuine, none of them even really understood it, they just laughed because Daring Charming was saying it.
Apple only ever dated him because she was meant to, because it was her destiny. She's sweet, she's kind, but none of it was ever truly real, she never truly — beneath all the responsibilities and feeling like she had to — wanted to be with him.
Daring feels a sort of pit in his stomach when he thinks about Apple. She was his first girlfriend, his first kiss, but none of it was true. If he thinks about it long enough, none of it ever mattered to her like it did to him. And every time he realises this, he quickly buries it. Guilt. Apple is a good person, truly. It's not her fault. Truly.
Daring can't look at all the people tripping over their own feet for him the same anymore, all he sees are people bound by the same thing that brought Apple to him; they think they should be with a Charming. None of them want to be with him for him.
He reminds himself anyone would trade everything they have to be him, to live his life, to have such a 'perfect' fairytale waiting for them, so he's not allowed to feel sad, he's not allowed to hate this life as much as he does. He needs to be grateful, because his life is wonderful, his life is perfect.
Daring has grown to hate perfection, deep down in his stomach during dark sleepless nights and the spaces between breaths, hidden in places where he allows it — just for a moment — because he thinks that there, it can do no harm, there it doesn't make him a bad, ungrateful, person.
It was too late to turn back when he was faced with the fact that his whole life had become solely those moments.
He hadn't even been the one to realise it, to look around and see his growing isolation, to see the dimness in his eyes, the shadow following him around like a miserable storm cloud. It had been you.
You, someone with a destiny that had nothing to do with him, nothing to do with princes or princesses at all.
You, a rebel, who never befriended someone you didn't want to, who made connections with your classmates not out of necessity but genuine curiosity.
You, who didn't always laugh at Daring's jokes like everyone else did, but always smiled. Even if you thought what he said was dumb or unfunny, there would always still be a soft look on your face with your lips upturned, for you recognised the playful glimmer in his eyes and couldn't help but be happy that he was happy.
You, who was the first and only to notice he was no longer okay, and immediately checked on him like he imagines a true friend would.
Daring only just realises he's been rambling, been saying anything that comes to mind, and just telling you everything. He can't decide whether this feels freeing or mortifying.
"...And now I'm here..." Daring mutters, avoiding eye contact with you from where you sit beside him.
You don't say anything for a moment, and he's scared he's lost you, when you tentatively rest your hand on his where it's placed on his knee.
If Daring wasn't so scared of you laughing in his face and telling everyone how pathetic he is, he'd register the slightest uptick in his heartbeat, or the way he inexplicably wants to shuffle closer to you. But for now his face is just the slightest bit warmer for a reason he refuses to acknowledge.
"I don't want to say I understand," You finally speak up, voice soft and thumb tracing comforting circles on the back of Daring's hand, "Because I don't exactly, considering I'm not..." A prince, a princess, or even just royalty.
You see the slightest nod from Daring, telling you he understands, and you take it as a sign to continue.
"But, I get what it's like to... to feel like your life isn't your own, like no one around you is genuine or... Real?... I know what that's like."
Daring feels something deep in his chest, a spark and a murmur, something that draws him to you, and he finally understands that you're like him. You see him for who he is, and he sees you.
You're struggling to say it, words hesitant and unsure, but he understands.
"I don't know if... — before everything with Raven not signing, and then finally feeling like I had a choice — I don't know if I'd had many true friends either. I mean I think I did, sometimes... which isn't the same as you..."
Your voice trails off quietly and you curse yourself internally for messing up your sentiment so badly, but when you go to make some sort of self deprecation for being so bad with words and profusely apologise for what you're sure sounded like kicking Daring while he's down, he surprises you — which you're starting to realise is something you might need to get used to.
"No, you're right."
There's something different when he speaks this time, in the way he doesn't sound as defeated, like there's something there that wasn't there before.
Hope. Trust.
You welcome the change — the light at the end of the tunnel — with open arms.
"What I mean is..." You take another deep breath, turning your gaze to Daring, catching his eyes with something he finds he can't look away from, "I may not have had very many true friends... you may not have had many true friends... So... we could be eachother's friends?"
It's a question more than a statement, your nervousness more than apparent in the fear you may have crossed a boundary, your wish to help Daring — and the more selfish desire to spend time with him for your own sake of just liking being around him — having gone too far and landing you right in creep territory.
Daring surprises you again.
His smile isn't like the boasting ones you're used to, it's happier, more authentic. It's true.
He doesn't realise he's nodding, and you don't notice it either, your attention solely on his joyful expression, internally begging yourself not to be horribly embarrassing and cry happy tears.
It feels sudden — but really it's slow, tentative — when Daring flips his hand for your palms to now touch, your hands clinging onto eachother without a second thought. It never even crosses your mind to pull away.
"Y'know..." Daring begins, his voice still tender but louder — more confident — than before, "I've never had a real partner either..."
You can't stop your eyes from widening, how many times is it that Daring Charming has surprised you in the past ten minutes now!?
You're ready to laugh awkwardly, desperately try to hide how much you do want to be with him like that, maybe even run away and avoid him for the rest on eternity lest this all be a joke — but your mouth has other plans.
"Neither have I—"
The kiss is quick, your lips meet his for just a second, and suddenly you're both ten times the flustered messes than you were before.
"—We could be eachother's partners."
Daring's unmistakable grin reflects your own equally elated one.
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